On the dinner table was a small pot of coarsely ground corn porridge and a plate of stewed potato slices.
Li Mubo's family of three sat around the table. Xiao Hu practically buried his entire head in his bowl, eating heartily with loud slurps, but Zhou Yaping just picked at the corn kernels, finding them hard to swallow.
'She was truly sick and tired of this life.' Every day, it was coarsely ground corn and corn flour. Now that she was pregnant, she craved some white flour or white rice, but couldn't get any. They had to start rationing their food the moment they received their grain allotment at the beginning of the month, afraid that if they ate too much on any given day, they'd go hungry by the end.
"You still haven't finished telling me. Is your mother coming or not?" Zhou Yaping asked, looking up at Li Mubo beside her.
