Early the next morning, Bai Xue got up and used the leftover chicken soup from the night before to cook a pot of sorghum porridge, and the whole family had another hearty meal.
"Xiao Xue, if we keep eating like this, will the little bit of grain we have last until the relief grain arrives after the New Year?" Bai Daliang couldn't hold back his question.
"Dad, the younger ones are too thin and malnourished. If we don't feed them well to strengthen their bodies, they might fall ill one day, and that would cost money too, right? Besides, Mom is still recovering after childbirth, and her milk supply has just improved a little. If we don't keep her well-fed, what will the two babies eat? Even if we had the money for formula, we don't have the ration stamps to buy any! Plus, we don't have the money anyway! Don't worry, I'll figure something out about the grain problem!"
