But aside from stewing pig liver porridge for him those first three days, the dishes after that were especially plain and coarse—dried autumn vegetables, wild greens soaked and chopped, mixed with the coarse grain at home to pinch into steamed cornbread, boiled potato and sweet potato, stewed cabbage and pickled cabbage, griddled flatbreads… anyway, what they ate was no different from ordinary folks.
Sometimes even when he smelled meat, once the food was served and there was no meat, he didn't even know what excuse he could use to question her—after all, even this kind of rough, simple fare still tasted better than what he made for himself alone, thicker, more filling.
Take a bullet once and end up eating full meals—does that count as an unexpected windfall?
An Yi didn't know his past days had been that bitter, because ever since she realized in those few days that he didn't like her, she never went over unless it was necessary.
