Chapter 59: Poor Zhang Xiaohui, Poor Gu Ruoqing (3) (1/2)

In a time when resources were scarce, it was a great blessing to be able to eat a bit of meat. Many families went an entire year without eating meat!

It was the same for the Gu family.

How did it feel to have many meat dishes pass before your very eyes, while sitting there, eating dried radishes?

Gu Qingyao pretended not to notice that Gu Ruoqing was crying from rage. She calmly ate the dried radish. She only ate this occasionally, so it was not a big deal to her.

When she saw Gu Qingyao’s calm expression, Gu Ruoqing ground her teeth and said, “You did it on purpose, didn’t you? Did you purposely prevent me from eating meat?”

Gu Qingyao glanced at her. “There are so many elders here. Allowing them to have the meat is the proper thing to do. Your own grandmother forced you out to leave, so why are you mad at me?”

“Mother, haven’t you often said that the Zhang family are peasants and proper revolutionaries, so our Gu family should give our good food to the Zhang family so that we can properly accept our rehabilitation and perform profound self-criticism? I’ve done the right thing. You must guide my elder sister properly in the future. She’s out of hand!”

Zhang Xiaohui: “…”

Zhang Xiaohui was also desperately greedy. When she brought the food back to the Zhang family previously, her mother had said there was too little, and had not allowed her to eat any lunch. She had worked hard all day, but in the end, she had not even had a meal when she returned home.

She had had nothing good to eat for days. Even the pork ribs and fish had disappeared.

And today…

Zhang Xiaohui glared at Gu Qingyao maliciously. She felt that Gu Qingyao had acted deliberately.

“What has happened to all the meat in the house? Where has it gone?”

Gu Qingyao’s lips curved. “We dried some and sent it to Eldest Uncle’s family. They’ve been in the brigade all along, and their lives are even harder than ours. Of course, they need something more nutritious.”

“Did you send all of it?”

“No!”

Zhang Xiaohui’s lips curved. “Then cook that tomorrow, do you hear me?”