Chapter 231: Only Managed to Hold in a Fart (4)_1
Feng Bo always felt that his cousin Pei Qin acted with quite the authority of an older cousin, and joked, "I’m only five days younger than you, just by a bit, you should be calling me ’big brother’!"
Pei Qin just gave him a glance, not too keen on cooking in the scorching heat. If it were just her and her sibling, a simple fried rice, some cold mixed vegetables, or noodle soup would suffice. In preparation for cooking, she headed to the kitchen with Pei Yuan, while instructing Pei Qian to take some money and buy some braised meat and pickles.
Pei Qian took the money with a somewhat uneasy expression, went out and bought a piece of pig’s head meat, as well as a pig’s ear, but didn’t purchase any pressed beef. The beef was more than half as expensive again. If she really bought pressed beef for him to eat, with that small amount of money, it would be better for them to buy it themselves at the market rather than owing favors to his family!
The braised meat was sliced for a cold dish, rice porridge boiled in the pot, three-grain steamed buns were prepared, green beans were stir-fried until dry, and a small bok choy dish was cooked.
The food was just ready when Pei Wendong returned from his studies with Mo Heng. The school had closed for the busy farming season, so Pei Wendong studied and practiced calligraphy with Mo Heng every day.
Feng Bo didn’t get many opportunities to visit. The last time he ate with them was when they moved into their new place, celebrating with white flour buns, and many meat dishes on the table.
Seeing that their usual fare was three-grain buns, and upon breaking them open to find they were mostly made of white flour with only a small amount of corn and sorghum flour mixed in, he thought about their daily stall and asked Pei Qin with a smile, "You sell things at your stall every day and should make a fair amount of money. Now that the new grain has also been harvested, it’s not necessary for you to eat mixed grain buns anymore!"
"If we eat white flour every day, wouldn’t all the money we earn be squandered, leaving nothing behind!?" Pei Qian said somewhat aggressively. In the future, they would need to farm their fifty-plus acres of land, and they couldn’t manage it alone; hiring help would cost money, as would the autumn harvest. They didn’t even know how much it would cost to plant sweet potatoes, and Wendong was still in school paying tuition, needing to buy brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. There were a lot of expenses at home!
Feng Bo looked somewhat embarrassedly at Pei Qin.