The people of Old Pei's House were in turmoil, Qian Wanxiu, anxious and on edge like a cat on a hot tin roof, waited for two or three days. Yet no one was brought to the County Government Office, and she almost wished she could storm over to see where Pei Qin had taken the person.
Seeing the Sun Quanliang family carrying food baskets into the workshop, delivering food once a day, the Kong's mother family knew the portions were enough to keep one from starving, but not enough to fill anyone up.
Qian Wanxiu could no longer sleep soundly.
A thunderclap boomed suddenly.
Startled, Qian Wanxiu cried out before realizing it was only a dream.
On the second day of the second lunar month, Pei Yuan soaked the leftover New Year's steamed buns, mixed the batter, and fried pancakes and cured meat.
Pei Qin, smelling the deliciousness, really wanted to eat it, but the greasiness of the fried cured meat was too much for her; eating too much would leave her uncomfortable and unwell.
