Li Laoshu sat there motionless. Yu Guiying sneered.
"Father-in-law, we've come to get some food."
Li Laoshu glanced at his eldest son, who just kept his head down.
It's all my fault, how did I raise him to be like this?
Just as Yu Yinghong was about to speak for the third time, Li Laoshu stood up, "You guys first go to the brigade office to borrow a scale."
In the end, the couple divided twenty pounds of cornmeal, another twenty pounds of sorghum rice, and twenty pounds of sweet potato flour.
No vegetables, no oil, but they were given a hanging pot, and some bowls and chopsticks.
With this, the couple was already quite satisfied. They carried the food home.
Fortunately, there was a well in the yard, but they didn't have a water bucket. They still went to Li Yungui's place to borrow a bucket, so the couple could finally eat.
After eating, they first went to Li Yungui's house to return the ten yuan and five pounds of food tickets.
