At noon.
"Sister Jian, I'm making cornmeal porridge with vegetables for lunch. I'll bring you a portion, okay?" When two people are together, one can't just eat while letting the other just watch.
Before noon, Shen Yougen had hurriedly brought her a bag of cornmeal and a few cabbages with a horse cart, of course, these were all from her own cellar at home.
"No need, I brought my own lunch." Jian Hui didn't think much of Shen Yunfang's meals—after all, what could someone from the countryside possibly eat that was decent?
Shen Yunfang just courteously offered and wasn't insistent, "Okay then, I'll go cook." As she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something, "Sister Jian, the lunch you brought from home must be cold by now, do you need me to warm it up for you with a pot?"
"That'd be great, wouldn't it be a hassle though?" Who would want to eat cold food when they could have it hot? Jian Hui was really tempted by Shen Yunfang's offer.
