Yi Zhonghai turned around, dug a small bag of white flour out of some unknown corner, and headed toward the door holding it.
"Old Yi, what are you doing with that white flour?" First Aunt asked, quickly chasing after him.
Even in their household, this small bag of white flour was a precious luxury. Although Yi Zhonghai earned a good salary, they lived very frugally. Most of the time, they cooked with corn-and-flour mix, and using pure white flour by itself was exceedingly rare. Yet now, Yi Zhonghai was taking out several pounds of white flour—what on earth was he up to?
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