"Look at what this is!" Feng Qingxue nudged her chin towards the table, and Lu Jiang saw the oily paper wrapping pork head meat, pig intestines, a strip of cured meat, twenty salted duck eggs, two dried wild rabbits, and a small bag of flour.
All these were leftovers from home, and even the flour was ground after rationing.
"Wife, you are so good!" Taking advantage of the opportunity when no one was in the kitchen, Lu Jiang leant over to kiss her on the cheek.
Feng Qingxue glared at him, then put the flour, dried rabbit, and cured meat one by one into the bottom of the basket. Then she laid a thick layer of straw on top, placed the salted duck eggs and pork head meat on it, finally covered it with an oilcloth, handed it to Lu Jiang and said, "You carry it, send Uncle Three out, and when you've walked a bit farther, hang it directly on his car."
Lu Jiang did exactly as he was told.