In the early morning, in the courtyard of the tulou, Run Sheng was cooking breakfast.
The breakfast was simple, throwing handfuls of noodles into the pot first, then adding some vegetables and preserved meat, and that was it.
Ever since coming here, everyone's three meals a day were basically a mix of staple foods cooked together, mainly for convenience.
There was no other choice; out of a house full of men, Run Sheng was the best cook, and though the only woman was willing to help, no one dared to let her near the pot.
"Did you add salt?" Yin Meng asked.
Run Sheng: "I did."
"Oh, okay." Yin Meng put the small spoon back into the salt jar and then placed the jar on the ground.
Run Sheng bent down, picked up the salt jar, and added several more spoonfuls of salt into the pot.
Yin Meng emphasized, "I know this is salt."
Run Sheng emphasized, "I know this is for everyone to eat."
