Because the grain they were allocated was abundant, Wen Shuangshuang didn't grind the grain into black flour with the bran like others did. She ground it all into pure white flour.
Even the corn was husked and ground into fine cornmeal. The steamed cornbread was sweet and soft in texture, not inferior to white bread, even more delicious.
When Aunt Qi received the fine grain from Wen Shuangshuang, she rubbed her hands together with an embarrassed smile on her face.
"During the time you've stayed with us, we've eaten so well with you, so much meat. The grain you give is too much."
Wen Shuangshuang smiled and said, "Auntie, don't refuse me. We've gotten along well, and I consider you family.
I can't finish all the meat myself, and my sister Juan needs some nourishment, and during this time, I haven't been without your care, Auntie.
