and a few pine needles. But apart from that, there is nothing else solid in it.

Even so, the little guys who took over the enamel cups still happily dipped the slices of bread they had just received into the liquid in the cup, and then carefully put them into their mouths.

The youngest of these children, the little girl who had been chewing her thumb, was also held in her arms by Grandma Weiya herself and fed her in small mouthfuls.

After blowing out the candle in his hand, Wei Ran silently sat down in the corner near the door. He first put the piece of bread in his hand, which weighed no more than 50 grams, into his mouth and took a small bite, patiently.

Chewing.

Thanks to his uncle Mao Zi, who has no blood relationship with him since he can remember, he can no longer remember the first time he ate black bread, but he has never tasted such bitter, astringent, and mixed bread.

Brown bread with so much sawdust!

In this small bite, he didn't taste any of the nuts or the characteristic aroma of flour at all. The only thing he could taste that seemed safe to eat was the hot food when he was feeding pigs at his grandpa's house when he was a child.

The unique "feed smell" when the water breaks open the bran.

Is this edible?

The answer is obvious, at least for those skinny children, such black bread is edible and delicious.

Following the example of those children, I dipped the remaining half piece of bread into the small enamel cup, and then put it into my mouth again when it was filled with the light yellow liquid.

This time, the only change is that the taste is not so hard, and a slightly more salty and fishy taste is added.

Is it delicious? Wei Ran can swear that it really doesn’t taste that much better.

After pouring the rest of the bland fish soup that seemed to be made from dried fish into his mouth and swallowing it into his stomach, Wei Ran took the saw he had just used to saw the bread and left the room quietly.
Chapter completed!