The scene was once again awkward. Bai Wenjing did not expect Xue Xiaohua's reaction to be so big. She quickly said, "Okay, okay, eat, eat, eat."
Lee Guilan made wheat bran cakes and wild vegetable soup. Wheat bran cakes were not as bad as porridge, at least they no longer looked like pig food.
As for the wild vegetable soup, perhaps it was because of Xue Chang An's presence, other than the oily flowers floating on the surface of the soup, there were also some egg flowers.
Of course, the egg flowers that could be seen were also in the bowls of the three kids and their father. The soup was not bad. Each person had a cake and a bowl of vegetable soup, so they were quite full.
This morning, Bai Wenjing felt particularly at ease. Looking at the kids playing in the yard, Bai Wenjing sighed. In a few hours, the brat's mission would be completed.
