After finishing the oil extraction process, Han Qiwu quickly picked up the items produced by the animals in the yard. The harvest was pretty decent—recently, the production of duck eggs had been getting increasingly stable.
When Mr. Tang left this time, he only gave her two salted duck eggs.
Of course, he didn't have more to give anyway.
Han Qiwu was planning to save up a batch of salted duck eggs, and when he had around twenty or thirty, he'd deliver a larger batch to Mr. Tang.
Funny how things worked out.
Right around this time, Tang Qingying had just woken up and gotten out of bed.
What motivated her to get up wasn't her dreams.
It was hunger.
The thought of the delicious food in the fridge instantly filled Tang Qingying with the drive to rise!
She opened the fridge, took out a salted duck egg, and scooped out a bowl of rice porridge she had prepared last night in a rice cooker.
