For dinner, there was one piece of sorghum bread and one bowl of porridge for each person, and not a single scrap more.
With Gu Yunshen present, Gu Ruoqing did not dare to say anymore, so she had to let it go!
Gu Qingyao washed the bowls and chopsticks. She placed all the fish, meat, and pheasant in her interspace before she left the kitchen. She did not even leave the fine grain behind.
In the future, Zhang Xiaohui would not be able to take a single scrap of food from the family. Anyway, she had already told her father the truth. Her father would certainly cover for her.
Gu Qingyao even locked the kitchen door when she left.
It was not yet dark, so she went to the vegetable plot and continued to pick radish sprouts. These could be cooked, salted, then dried to make preserved vegetables. They were eaten as pickles in winter and were quite tasty.
