Feng Wu chuckled. "It's worthwhile. I won't be able to protect so much food anyway."
Li agreed with her. "It's just that I feel sorry for you when you had to give away so much nice flour."
Both sides were making pancakes.
Because of Gao Mingjiang's words, Li was making pancakes out of pure wheat flour, but not the old lady.
Wheat flour was such a precious commodity that the old lady couldn't bring herself to make plain flour pancakes. She had mixed some corn flour, sorghum powder, and other coarse grains into the flour, and there was a big bowl of the mixture.
They didn't have much time to rest and cook because they had been moving as fast as they could. No one knew when the plague would arrive, or when the Southern Yan Kingdom would catch them.
Li made 300 pancakes with about 30 kg of flour, and she was exhausted. However, her eyes lit up when she saw all the pancakes, for food meant they could live.
