To be honest, the Shi Family's meals aren't bad at all.
Since Shi Suifeng has already gone to the army, there's no need for the family to hide anything. The porridge in the bowl is so thick it can almost stand a chopstick upright, and the mixed flour pancakes are much softer and finer than the previous corn buns.
Were it not dinner time when eating dry food isn't worth it, surely the yellow and white rice would've appeared too.
But...
What does any of this have to do with meat?
What does it have to do with white flour?
White flour buns on the table are simply an overwhelming advantage.
Especially for Chu River, who bit into one without a care—wow, the juice immediately seeped through the soft bun skin and left shiny grease on her lips...
Around the dining table, everyone stared at each other.
After a long pause, the two children beside them swallowed their saliva.
The eldest grandson burst into tears.
"Grandma, I want to eat buns too..."
