"Father, is there any meat tonight?"

Jiang Xiaoxi propped her chin with her hands, looking at the bubbling white porridge, her young face showing a worry beyond her years.

"No," Jiang Fu took a puff of dried tobacco and exhaled, "Your mother went to the market to buy tofu. Tonight we'll have pickled vegetables with tofu."

"What?" Jiang Xiaoxi pouted, "We've been eating pickled vegetables for days. I want to eat meat."