"Dad, didn't we still get over a dozen eggs? And we have two chickens that are laying eggs, right? Dabao and Xiaobao won't have to worry about not having eggs to eat every day."
Lu Aimei said nonchalantly, her views differed from those of her mother-in-law and most families in the village who were reluctant to eat eggs.
"Besides, you all do physical labor every day and don't eat much fatty food. If this goes on for too long, even an iron man would fall. How much can we really save by hoarding these eggs to sell or trade? It's better to eat them. We can be frugal in other ways, can't we? As long as we're healthy, it's like meat rotting in the pot – it's a worthwhile deal," she continued.
Xie Lao Si nodded, eating his noodles intently, yet his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He had lived a lifetime, yet in this respect, he was less insightful than his daughter-in-law.
