"Why didn't you say so earlier? When guests arrive, it's better to greet them. Old lady, let's go greet them ourselves! Guirong, go cook some wild vegetable porridge to send over! How can we not feed the guests!" Mr. Qi beckoned to his wife and instructed his daughter-in-law to cook porridge.
"But Dad, there's just a little millet left at home... and it's for Little Bao..." Qian Guirong, despite fearing her in-laws' anger, still tried to advocate for her son.
"Just go cook it! I won't let our son go hungry!" Qi Lei patted his wife on the shoulder, but his eyes didn't show much confidence.
"Understood!" Qian Guirong regretted keeping people at home; now they were going to consume her son's food supply.
Relief grain hadn't arrived, and the family's money had already been spent on food; now, let alone money, even if they had it, without ration tickets, they couldn't buy food at all.
