"Such a pity for that half-pot of porridge," Jiang Ning said.
"It wasn't wasted, though. It was all cleaned up and sent to a family to feed their pigs," Jiang Fu said with a laugh.
"You did well, Uncle Fu. Go to Huang Ying and get the rewards for everyone, then divide the End-of-Year Sacrifice Festival porridge among them, and take half a day off. Those who have homes and families can go back and celebrate the festival."
"Thank you for your grace, Princess Consort. They will be overjoyed."
Jiang Fu bowed with a grin and left.
Jiang Yuan and Jiang Yan, the pair of sisters, were left dumbfounded.
"What happened? I heard that something went wrong at the porridge shed, and the Princess Consort and Madam fled. Why did you send someone to distribute porridge again?" Jiang Yuan asked.
