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In the morning, when Su Xiaofeng got up, He Ximei had made some porridge and boiled a few eggs. Seeing Xiaofeng rise, He Ximei felt somewhat awkward about the tens of thousands of yuan from last night, "Your dad can't eat anything else for now, so I made him some porridge. You and Pengzi each get two eggs."

As she spoke, she served a bowl of porridge and went into the house.

There was also a small bowl of chili sauce on the table.

The so-called chili sauce was nothing more than raw red chilies, chopped up and mixed with soy sauce and scallions to accompany the porridge or rice.

Su Xiaofeng remembered that she had bought quite a lot of dried radishes at the market and thought to herself that she could prepare some for lunch.

She scooped a bowl of thin rice porridge, took two eggs, peeled one, drizzled it with chili sauce, and took a bite—it was pretty delicious.

Su Peng returned from cutting pigweed in the field, his palms green and his trouser cuffs damp with dew.