In a short moment, Huang Ling changed into her house clothes and came to the narrow kitchen before carrying the gruel out from the oven.
"Come and have breakfast, Xiao Li." Huang Ling said and then carried a small plate of pickled vegetables.
"Ok. Don’t we have cowpea?" The boy looked at the radishes on the plate and revealed a manner of dislike.
"We still have to wait another day to eat the cowpea and can only eat it tomorrow. If you don’t like the radishes, you can eat some preserved vegetables." Huang Ling took out half a package of preserved vegetables.
"Never mind. Let’s eat the radishes." Xiao Li sat down, but he didn’t eat the preserved vegetables.
"Ok. I will cook the egg flower soup with preserved vegetables for lunch." Huang Ling put away the preserved vegetables and comforted him.
"Great. Thank you, sister." On the pale and emaciated face of Xiao Li revealed a smile.
