Qiao Qingyu first went to check on the growth of the thousand silk hemp on the barren land. At noon, she had her meal in the canteen. Qiao Qingyu had been here a few times before, and Mr. Qian, Fang Xiaomei, and the other three sat at the same table for dining.
Everyone lived not far from each other and was excitedly discussing the inspection team's upcoming visit to Xiaxi Commune. It was a tremendous honor, after all. Everyone was so thrilled that their faces shone with excitement, especially Mr. Qian.
A good mood meant a good appetite, and he drank an extra bowl of cornmeal gruel than usual.
The commune's canteen fare was so-so; the gruel, the mixed grain steamed cornbread.
Sprinkle some sesame oil over the fried radish strips, and these people would devour them as if they were a delicacy.
Seeing others enjoying their food so much, Qingyu also ate half more steamed cornbread than usual.
The cornbread was choking indeed, with its coarse sorghum flour inside.
