Zhao Xiuhua also felt a bit guilty.
She indeed hadn't been willing to put much meat at lunch today, knowing that Little Three ate well in the army, and the meat at home had to be saved for the two main workers.
But... with his earlier sarcasm, how should she say this now?
...
However, Shi Suifeng didn't mind and instead looked at his nephew and niece, "Sweeties, do you want to eat meat?"
Meat!
Who doesn't want to eat it?
The two children held their big bowls, looking at him with hopeful eyes, which seemed to fill Shi Suifeng with newfound courage. He turned to his old mother:
"Mom, let's kill a chicken tonight and stew the whole thing so we can all have a taste."
The old lady's face fell, "What are you talking about! Coming back and asking for meat and oil, how can we live like this?"
"Chicken is now 65 cents a pound, and the chickens at home are still laying eggs. How can we eat them?"
