After exiting the space, Yang Ruxin climbed back onto the kang. The little ones were sleeping like pigs and hadn't noticed her movements, so she had a good night's sleep.
On the second day in their new home, when Yang Ruxin woke up, she found that Erni had already gotten up and was in the middle of making bingzi.
"So early?" Yang Ruxin tiptoed out, not wanting to wake up the sleeping children.
"Didn't Big Sister say yesterday she was going to the mountain today? I'm making something to eat for you." Erni shaped the maize dough, that had been kneaded with water, into a little bun, slapped it against the side of the pot with a pat, then pressed it down with her small hand until it turned into a flatbread the size of a palm. When the porridge would be ready, the bingzi would be done too. By then, one side of it would be golden brown, and biting into it would be crispy and tasty.
