Then, Yang Guihua also stood up: "Yin, the water is about to boil, can you cook yourself? I still have work to do, and if I delay any longer, I won't get any work points."

Children in the countryside have known how to cook since they were young! Lin Yin quickly nodded, thanked, and said, "Thank you, Auntie, for your kindness to me and the team leader, I will surely repay it in the future!"

Yang Guihua shook her head. It was a miracle that the child was able to survive, let's not talk about being repaid.

After Yang Guihua left, Lin Yin closed the door of this "canteen" tightly, and dragged a few old farming tools from the corner of the room to block the door securely!

Then she returned to the side of the stove, added a handful of firewood under the stove, poured the coarse grains in the bowl into the pot, and the thick porridge was quickly cooked.

Lin Yin took an iron spoon, scooped the porridge into a large pottery bowl, washed the pot with water from the bucket.

Next, she took out the newbie gift pack she received after installing the so-called poverty alleviation system.

The gift pack was a bag of flour, fine white grains. In her previous life, she definitely wouldn't value it much, but now, this flour is a delicious meal!

The remaining heat of the ash in the stove quickly dried the water in the iron pot, Lin Yin poured flour into the pot. Then she re-lit the fire to start frying the flour.

She learned about fried flour from her grandmother, uh... her grandmother from her previous life. When she was a child returning to her hometown for the summer vacation, she often heard her grandmother reminiscing about the hard past, she can’t remember the details, but the memory of the fried flour was very impressive, because every time her grandmother mentioned it, she would say how fragrant and delicious it was!

Now, Lin Yin watched the fire under the stove and stired the flour with a spatula. Non-stop stirring until the white flour turned light yellow, emitting a burnt fragrance. Only then did she remove the pot from the stove.

One pot of fried flour after another. In the near future, this is probably the only thing she can rely on to fill her stomach—she definitely can’t count on the family anymore.

Moreover, the iron pot in this large "canteen" is not always available, opportunities are rare!

It's a pity that her body is so thin, after a short while of hard work, she's already exhausted.

Luckily, the porridge she cooked earlier has cooled down enough to not burn her, Lin Yin grabbed a handful of fried flour and mixed it into the porridge, after having a taste, it was indeed delicious!

Cooked flour can be eaten directly soaked in hot water, convenient, and delicious!

A large pottery bowl of porridge was quickly emptied. Lin Yin, rubbing her stomach, found the feeling of being full to be simply wonderful! So satisfying that it almost made her want to cry. How long must the original owner have been starved for this body to be so overwhelmed by a full meal?

After eating, Lin Yin regained her strength. She lit a fire under the stove and continued to cook the flour.

A bag of thirty jin flour is all cooked, it should be enough for her to eat for a while.

Lin Yin was so busy for a whole afternoon. Only when the sky dimmed did she leave the empty house, rubbing her tired, nearly broken arm as she headed home.

At home, the family was sitting around the dining table, ready to eat dinner.

"Ah, what perfect timing!" Lin Yin quickly moved a stool to squeeze into the dining table. She had missed lunch and was determined to get her share of dinner!

There were over ten people around the dinner table, but the so-called dinner only consisted of a pot of coarse porridge on the table.

Lin Yin sighed to herself. This life was worse than any dog or cat she had seen in her past life!

According to the memories of the original owner, it should be 1960, a time when food production was down and the nation was suffering from famine.

As Lin Yin was lost in thought, the old woman in Lin family, the fierce woman Lin Yin had encountered after her rebirth, began to dispense the meals.

Based on the original owner's memory, the old woman had three sons. The eldest son Lin Jianye died a few years ago leaving behind his wife Yang Xiuyan, and three children. Lin Yin is the eldest of these three children, followed by her twelve-year-old brother Lin Wei and her nine-year-old sister Lin Xia.

The second son is Lin Jianguo, whose wife Zhang Xiaocui gave birth to two daughters, the ten-year-old Lin Hong and the six-year-old Lin Mei.

The third son Lin Jianjun, whose wife Liu Jingxiang, gave birth to two sons, the older one is eight years old called Lin Shi, and the younger one is also six years old called Lin Zhu.

A large family, with more than ten people tightly crowding a not-too-large dining table.

The old lady held the power of portioning the food. First, she scooped out some thin gruel from the top of the rice bowl and gave each of her granddaughters nearly half a bowl. Then, she dipped the rice ladle deeper, getting a semi-thin gruel, and gave each of her grandsons more than half a bowl.

Afterward, the remaining gruel in the rice bowl had become relatively thick. With a stir of her spoon, the old lady distributed the leftover gruel to the adults in the family, each receiving a full bowl.

Once the food was distributed, it was time to eat.

The two boys from the third brother's family got semi-thin gruel, which was alright. The two girls from the second brother's family got all thin gruel. The second brother's wife gritted her teeth and ladled some thicker gruel from her own bowl to her two daughters.

Seeing this, the old lady smirked insidiously, "Have some courage and give two grandsons to Old Lin's family! Why you're showing a aggrieved face now when it was your weak womb that couldn't bear sons?"

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, there was a commotion at the eldest daughter-in-law Yang Xioue's side. She didn’t distribute her share but poured half of her daughter Lin Xia's bowl into her son Lin Wei’s bowl.

Lin Xia's bowl, already filled with watery gruel, was now reduced to almost nothing.

Seeing this, nine-year-old Lin Xia's disappointment was evident in her pouting lips. She held back tears, perhaps accustomed to such unfair treatment.

While it was normal for her second daughter-in-law to share her meals with the children, who would have thought Yang Xioue, of all people, would hoard her own food and distribute her daughter's shares to her son instead!

Was her own daughter not related by blood, or was Yang Xioue just heartless?

Seeing Lin Xia's skinny face, Lin Yin instantly sympathized. Among the household of over a dozen people, only she and Lin Xia were so gaunt.

Unfortunately, she and Lin Xia were both daughters of Yang Xioue!

As Lin Yin glared at Yang Xioue, she felt increasingly annoyed. Where in the world do you find such cold-hearted mothers!

Even though Lin Yin didn’t want to stir up trouble, she couldn’t bear it any longer. Reaching out without a second thought, she picked up Lin Wei's bowl and poured the food that originally belonged to Lin Xia back into her bowl!

There was immediate joy on Lin Xia's face, but the always silent and reserved Yang Xioue was not pleased!

She slammed the table and scolded, "What are you doing! That's Wei’s food!"

Lin Wei also puffed up and said, "Big sis! You dare touch my food. Do you want to die?"

Lin Yin said sarcastically, "Well, I’m half-dead anyway, almost starved to death by you folks!"

From the food distribution just now, Lin Yin understood the rule of the Lin family: granddaughters could only get thin gruel. The two young girls from the third brother’s family were young and cared for by their mother, they could at least eat till half full. As for herself, she was in a wretched state, despised by her own mother, already fifteen years old, and had to work in the fields. Given the large amount of work and surviving only on thin gruel, it would be a surprise if she wasn't starving!