But soy milk can't be kept for long, so it's a bowl per person. There's a small grindstone at the kitchen door, it's very convenient to use.
"Oh right, Xiaomi, I also made tofu this morning. It should be ready by noon. How would you like to eat it?"
People in the countryside are like this, if they can make it themselves, they wouldn't buy it. That would be such a waste of money.
"That will do..." Xiaomi bit into her dumpling, so she couldn't even speak clearly.
Second Mother shook her head, this child, she doesn't have a bit of a lady's demeanor.
It's not that she hasn't been taught. When there are guests, she's very polite and refined, and is particularly courteous when eating.
Since that's the case, there's no need to be too demanding on her usually. After all, Xiaomi is different from her sister, she was never a quiet child since young.
A bowl of soy milk, a plate of fried dumplings, and a satisfying burp after eating — it couldn't be more comfortable.
