In a rundown little building in a remote village of City H, three people were gathered around a dining table, eating. On the table, there was only a plate of preserved tofu and a plate of stir-fried potato shreds. Their bowls were filled with very thin rice porridge.
Zhu Moli slammed her bowl down on the table angrily and shouted, "Dad, Mom, I don't want to eat this anymore! Eating like this every day, there's not even a hint of flavor! I'm about to throw up!"
"Moli, stop complaining. Having food at all is already pretty good now!"
Ma Lijuan wore a bitter expression, "Your father can't even find a job now, and the money we saved before is nearly spent!"
Lu Shaoqing has already issued a ban; no city in the country can employ Zhu Chenghui's family of three, and they don't have money to go abroad, so they can only hide in such a small place to barely make ends meet.
