Wang Cuicun wasn't stingy, especially since her proud eldest daughter had returned, bringing so many things with her. She felt delighted.
A big pot of stew made with pork and vermicelli, boiled potatoes, and a plate of boiled radish were prepared.
In the eyes of others, this was considered a feast.
Even Li Dongyun felt that this meal was rather good.
However, Li Rengui and Li Chunhua, who had become accustomed to the dishes prepared by Li Shuning, thought the food was unpalatable. Especially the meal they had when a pig was slaughtered at their home, which was the best meal they had ever had in their lives.
Nowadays, especially the rice, it tasted so coarse.
The pork stew with vermicelli was indeed a solid dish, yet it wasn't very tasty. The pork lacked flavor; it was just pork and vermicelli cooked together.
If it were in the past, they probably would have found it delicious!
The family of three didn't eat much.
Li Shuning even gave more than half of her rice to Zhao Jing.
