"Two pieces are really too few."
Wen Shi picked up a bowl and chopsticks, giving Lin Qiu Ping a bit of everything. Lin Qiu Ping hurriedly refused, "That's enough, that's enough, you need to eat too."
Yi Chichi laughed, "Next time your wife makes something good, just send some my way."
"Right, my wife doesn't cook, I've got to think of something tasty."
With Wen Shi's words, Lin Qiu Ping couldn't refuse any longer. He nodded with a smile, "Then it's settled."
Then he left with the bowl.
After about ten minutes, Ji Jian came over with a bowl to return. Yi Chichi hadn't even had the chance to greet her when she said, "Xiao Yi, come to our house for dinner tomorrow."
Yi Chichi, ...That was really quick.
"No need. Tomorrow, let Old Wen do it."
She politely declined Ji Jian's invitation with a smile. In a time when everything is rationed, it's really embarrassing to go eat at someone else's house.
Easily taking away people's rations, this can't be done.
