Widow Xie and Hu Liang had been busy for hours. Now, they sat on their stools, staring blankly at the table laden with fragrant food!
This was especially true for Hu Liang. When Ji Huan had asked him to roll out noodles with white flour that morning, he knew they were in for a special lunch. After all, it was a rare treat for his family to eat anything made with white flour.
The pork cracklings, dipped in salt and pepper and melting in his mouth, had been savory enough to linger on the palate. He never imagined the real feast was yet to come.
Widow Xie looked at the table full of white flour noodles, and at the glistening dish in the center, and winced internally. She was worried for Ji Huan; the flour and meat had both been bought by the girl. 'How can she be so extravagant? This is no way to manage a household!'
