A moment later, the aroma of rice wafted through the room.
Yan Yu stopped adding firewood to the stove and got up to serve the rice.
Bran, millet, and beans were mixed together in the iron pot, creating a steaming dish.
This was something Li Yuan would never have eaten, nor even considered, after his transmigration, but now he had no choice but to eat it.
His mouth was completely tasteless, but Yan Yu, who had never eaten meat or fish, was fine with it.
After two bowls of rice were placed on the table, she brought over another bowl containing chopped dried r****h.
"Yuan-ge'er, I traded this with Aunt Wang's family. It's salty, good for eating with rice."
As she spoke, Yan Yu picked up the best-looking piece of dried r****h and placed it in her husband's bowl.
Li Yuan took a breath
