"It's locked," said Ye Jiu.
"Good," Mrs. He took the key back and put it away, "Your second sister-in-law has been completely spoiled by her family. If the cabinet isn't locked tightly, that flour might end up on the Zhao Family's dinner table by tomorrow."
Ye Jiu didn't comment but just grinned at Mrs. He, "Mom, it's been such a long time since our family has had a decent meal."
"Didn't we have bone soup today? Just wait, we'll stew some Chinese cabbage and radishes with it later. Don't eat your teeth along with it," Mrs. He joked.
Ye Jiu looked straight at Mrs. He, "I told my eldest sister-in-law that the whole family would be eating white flour noodles tonight."
Mrs. He paused and turned around, "What did you say?"
"Oh my white flour!" Realizing what that meant, Mrs. He wailed and turned to head outside.
"Mom, the flour has already been kneaded into dough, and besides, aren't you still sick?" Ye Jiu grabbed her, her voice growing weaker as she spoke.
