Chapter 3 Life
Jiang Xinyu followed behind her. Say whatever you like. She could tell that this elder sister could put on a show all by herself even if no one answered her. Capable woman!
Waiting for more than twenty minutes, it was finally Jiang Xinyu's turn. Looking at the oversized ladle that she had seen in her past life used to feed livestock, she had the urge to turn around and leave.
The woman serving the food was in her forties or fifties. With a face full of stubborn flesh, she didn't seem like someone easy to deal with.
Jiang Xinyu looked at the large bowl filled with green wild vegetables and porridge with barely any grain. She turned away and left, thinking, "Fine, let's pretend it's for health." Damn it, calling this healthy living? This is worse than pig slop, isn't it?
Holding the bowl, she walked out unable to cry. She didn't even have the mood to see how others' porridge looked.
Leaving the canteen, she hurried back home. She really didn't have the courage to eat this porridge, but what would she do if she didn't eat? She had a hundred bags of fifty-pound rice and a hundred bags of fifty-pound flour in her space.
But it's 1959, and it'll take another two years for this disaster to completely pass. Eating at the canteen daily, how would she improve her life?
She feared the aroma of better food might spread. Nowadays, people's noses were surely sensitive. By then, wouldn't she be besieged? Arrested? Shuddering at the thought, she realized that clinging to life was better than a good death — a truth she had grasped in her previous life.
At home, she had one hand holding a bowl and the other opening the door. The household next door was bustling, like a busy marketplace. Jiang Xinyu was somewhat envious of such families.
She put the porridge on the stovetop, shook her hand — just holding a bowl of porridge made her arm feel too sore to lift. A waste of a person indeed.
Jiang Xinyu placed the kang table on the floor of her room, but she couldn't muster the courage to put it on the kang.