The next morning, when Yu Xiaolian woke up, Sun Daji's wife was cooking porridge, and Yu Xiaolian went over to see that the porridge was still incredibly watery.
Without saying a word, she turned to the rice sack and scooped out a bowl of rice, which she poured into the pot.
Not to mention not washing the rice, the rice she took was of the no-rinse variety.
This rice wasn't even the best she had in her storage; the best was a long-grain aromatic rice, very expensive, which Yu Xiaolian never took out because this type of rice simply didn't exist in ancient times.
At this time, all the rice was small-grain, and it didn't have the concentrated aroma of modern rice, nor was its texture as good.
Once the porridge was ready, Yu Xiaolian brought over the eggs boiled yesterday and said, "Whoever wants one should take it themselves; I won't hand them out one by one. Let's eat quickly—after breakfast, the South City Gate should be open, and we can hit the road."
