"Enough with primping, change back into your clothes, it's late and elder brother must be hungry too. Let's eat quickly." Daya Xiuya solemnly placed the plum blossom hairpin into her chest, and then changed back into her old grayish-blue hemp dress, skillfully setting the hot dishes from the pot onto the table.
For dinner, they still had sweet potatoes and wild vegetables, with not a trace of meat on the table. Ye Qiu, seeing this, took out grain, oil, rice noodles, and pork from the donkey cart. Looking at these abundant ingredients, Xiuying swallowed hard.
Ye Qiu affectionately patted her on the head and said with pity, "It's too late today; we'll cook the meat and bones tomorrow. Let's eat this for today."
With that, he took out a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper and a bag of white buns from another bundle: "The roast chicken has gotten a bit cold, Xiuya, take it to the pot and heat it up."
"All of it?" Xiuya frowned, seemingly accusing Ye Qiu of wasting money again.
