Cheng Su woke up in the late afternoon and sat dazedly for a while before she got out of bed. As expected, Mother Qi called her to prepare dinner.
In the countryside, kitchen stoves were usually built at the same time as the house, and Old Qi's house was no exception. The stove, built with stones and cement, had two large and two small openings. A large cauldron sat on one of the larger ones, while one of the smaller ones held a rice pot, leaving the other empty.
When Cheng Su entered, something was being boiled over the wood fire in the large stove, emitting a sour smell that was extremely unpleasant.
She approached and lifted the lid. Steam rushed at her face, and she quickly stepped back to take a look. Inside, a mix of things had been stewed to mush: bran, finely chopped sweet potato leaves, greens, and all sorts of other things.
Pig feed, once again pig feed.
