At noon, Feng Qingxue made one dish and one soup, steamed bass and seaweed soup, and steamed a bowl of rice.
As for meat, ribs, and fish maw, they were already received into the space.
For this, she spent the whole morning organizing the space, clearing a spot, and pulling out already empty cardboard boxes and plastic crates to put on the spot, to store resources from this era.
At this moment, she, who had lived a simple life as a small citizen in the previous lifetime, had clearly forgotten that in a time of food insecurity, with her and Lu Jiang's rank, they ate special supplies, organic foods, and harmful foods were never a part of their lives, so there was no need to plan ahead.
The food on the coal stove hadn't cooked yet; Feng Qingxue continued organizing.
