When a big bowl of white steamed buns and a big bowl of braised pork and cabbage vermicelli were served, even Zhang Yuan, who had never gone hungry, was taken aback.
Although he didn't starve every day, he was no different from others, eating porridge made with coarse grains daily. He hadn't tasted white flour since arriving here!
"Come on, come on, sit at the table and eat!" Bai Xue finally brought in a plate of pickles; there was nothing else left at home.
But this was even better than what they had for the New Year. Although Zhang Yuan was from the Capital City, during this era when food was generally scarce, people everywhere were not getting enough to eat.
The four little ones climbed onto the kang as soon as their eldest sister spoke up, found their spots, and sat down.
"Xiao Yuan! Hurry up and sit down to eat!" In the time it took to make this meal, Bai Daliang's way of addressing had changed from Comrade Xiao Zhang to Xiao Yuan, becoming very affectionate.
