Chapter 573: Craving for Braised Pork
Qiao Xiaomai didn’t drink the chicken soup she’d made herself. Tong Sang cooked up four eggs to make egg custard, thendled out some of the chicken soup from the ceramic pot to present to Mrs. Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang was cooped up in a room emitting a peculiar odor; her face was yellowish and pale, and she gave a grunt at the sight of Tong Sang.
“Mother, drink the chicken soup,” Tong Sang said, cing the bowl on the table.
Mrs. Zhang looked at the table and saw it indeed was “chicken soup.” There wasn’t even a single piece of meat in it. Frustrated, she said, “Are you giving me the leftover soup she didn’t finish?”
“Xiaomai did not drink it, I made her egg custard. The chicken meat is supposed to be stir-fried at noon, as my second brother wanted,” Tong Sang exined.
Mrs. Zhang red at him, fuming, but she didn’t know what exactly to rebuke him about.
She knew about Tong Sang’s chicken soup, and he had told her he would save half for her.
Now all the soup was hers – a fact she should be pleased about.
But she couldn’t bring herself to be d in the least.
She felt so suffocated, so wronged.<div>
“Go on, off with you,” Mrs. Zhang waved him away impatiently.
“If you need anything, call for me,” Tong Sang said, before returning to his own room with Qiao Xiaomai.
“Do you want to wash up?” he asked.
Qiao Xiaomai responded with a casual nod of her head.
So, he brought water for her to wash, then carried her to the restroom.
The Tong household had separate restrooms for men and women. But since there was no one else at home, Tong Sang carried Qiao Xiaomai into the women’s restroom.
Qiao Xiaomai was ufortable at certain overly used parts of herself. He himself had been stamped a few times, but it was not too bad.
“Notfortable with using the restrooms here?” he asked. “Should I fetch a chamber pot for you instead?”
“No, no, no!” Remembering the peculiar smell from Mrs. Zhang’s room yesterday, Qiao Xiaomai shook her head like a rattle-drum.
At this moment, how she longed for the houses of future generations, with the convenience of having a restroom inside the bedroom!
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“I’m positive, really positive,” affirmed Qiao Xiaomai, with utmost conviction.
But then, noticing several wood shavings on the restroom stool, she felt a tightening in her chest. “What is this?”
“Toilet chips,” replied Tong Sang.
“Damn!” Qiao Xiaomai was bbergasted, recalling the original host’s past experience. “You can’t be serious! Your family uses this?”
“We didn’t use this before, but now that we have fallen on hard times, we had to resort to it. Anyways, ever since I bought toilet paper, these chips are mainly decorative,” Tong Sang added.
As for whether these toilet chips in the women’s restroom really got used or not, he didn’t know.
What he did know was that thest batch of toilet paper he bought had been divided, forcing him to buy again.
Qiao Xiaomai exhaled deeply, “Okay then.”<div>
Jesus, so poor they can’t even use toilet paper? What a convoluted situation!
Then she remembered the ten-thousand taels of silver she owed Yang Ye from yesterday, furtherplicating her feelings.
She had never owed anyone money before, and the first time she does, she ends up owing ten thousand taels. Tsk!
“Let’s go and eat,” she tapped Tong Sang’s shoulder before hopping onto his back.<div>
The three-day marital leave was almost over; she had to get back to work and earn money!
After feasting on egg custard, tackling a piece of bread, and chugging a big ss of Spiritual Spring Water, Qiao Xiaomaiy back onto the bed, her heart full and her stomach satisfied.
Closing in on noon, Tong Sang washed his hands and started to prepare lunch.
It was noodles again, only this time the sauce wasn’t vegetarian. The meat from the wild chicken was stir-fried into the dish.
But for Tong Eng, this was not nearly enough.
He felt wobbly upon getting up in the morning and was forced to work all morning. At this point, he felt almost weightless.
“Sang, when will Xiaomai make another batch of braised pork?” he asked.