After stuffing today's zongzi inside, the freezer was officially full. If Tan Ying came again tomorrow, Tan You truly had no idea what she would do.
"If I'd known snails were this useful, I would've had Grandma go get some long ago," Tan You said with a sigh. "I just wasted several days."
Tan Deming chuckled. "It wasn't a waste. Making breakfast will be easier from now on. We can have congee and steamed buns. Look around the village—who else steams buns when it's not a holiday? Only you."
Tan You said, "I think everyone here subscribes to a philosophy of enduring hardship. I find it unnecessary. You should eat when it's time to eat and drink when it's time to drink. There's no need to deliberately make life so hard."
Tan Deming smacked his lips. "Everyone's like that. Weren't we all dirt poor in the past?"
"I'm not judging anyone else," Tan You said. "But I think living like that is too bitter, too harsh on yourself."
