"Then don't you often get to eat such delicious food?" Zhang Minmin said, her mouth glossy with grease. The food was fried in oil after all, and even though Zhang Hualian tried to drain it for a while to save oil, it was still somewhat greasy.
Tang Jun paused in his actions: "No."
"Why?" Zhang Minmin asked, not understanding, "Doesn't your mom make food for you?"
"No money," Tang Jun took a bite and continued eating as he answered, "We used to be poor back home, oil was expensive, who would be willing to use it? Only when guests came over could we get a little taste."
Of course, the situation at home has obviously improved now.
Tang Jun didn't say the latter sentence out loud, but he was very clear about it in his heart. Usually, around the tenth of the month, the meat at home would run out. To eat meat again after that, we'd probably have to wait a while, once a month, managing to eat meat twice was already pretty good, and even then we couldn't eat to our fill.
