Gongyu Mingxi laughed, "Isn't this just how most common folk live? Even wealthy families aren't much different—unless they have a hot spring estate, then they can have a few more kinds of fresh greens in winter."
At this, Gongyu Mingxi's face turned serious: "The extraordinary things about you and your second brother, like that storage space, are for our family to know and that's the end of it. In front of outsiders, don't mention a single word."
Qixun grinned: "Even if you didn't remind us, neither I nor Second Brother would say a word outside." Then she picked up the previous topic, "Back in my last life, no matter how poor you were, you could eat all kinds of fresh vegetables in winter. The varieties were endless—as long as you wanted it, you could get it."
The family was all shocked: "No matter how well off people were in your time, it couldn't have been like that, right? How can you grow fresh veggies in winter? Supplying enough for everyone?"
