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The dough was transformed into a large basin of pancakes, and although they contained black wheat, they were primarily made with white flour for the guests, enriched with fresh vegetables and oil. It was quite a decent spread. At least this meal of pancakes alone was better than what the Xie family usually ate most of the time.
More than half of the basin of pancakes was sent out, and it quickly emptied. The Lin family members, eating their fill, burped contentedly, their faces showing satisfaction.
This lavish meal, however, pained Tian Xiaoju to the core.
In her eyes, the rice, flour, and cured meat consumed in just this one meal—let alone when supplemented with other grains—would suffice for her own family for an entire month. Yet it was all devoured by guests in one sitting without her so much as tasting it. How could this not rankle with Tian Xiaoju, who was accustomed to frugality?
