For dinner, Old Zhao made mushroom stewed chicken, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, smashed cucumber, and hot and sour shredded potatoes.
Old Zhao wasn't quite as skilled as Meng Yunhan at cooking, but it was decent enough.
Seeing chicken on the table, Lin Yueshan knew Hanhan had bought it on the black market earlier in the day.
She almost felt guilty for having such a feast.
"Hanhan, wasn't the chicken quite expensive?"
Meng Yunhan laughed, replying, "Not at all. We have guests at home, and pork is hard to come by. Chicken was all I could find, so I bought it."
Everything was taken from her dimensional storage.
"Hanhan, every time we eat at your place, it seems we always have white rice. You must have a lot of food coupons!"
"Ahao has food coupons, and my father saved some from before. We also get some from school. If we have more meat dishes, we tend to eat less rice."
Lin Yueshan didn't think so. The better the dishes, the more they ate.