When Fu Ying was just about finished organizing her study plan, Fu Zhe ran over and knocked on the door. "Second Sister, Mom's asking if you want to eat some fried potatoes."
Fu Ying told him she did—if she wasn't going to eat these, what else would she eat? Was she supposed to fry up a few eggs with rice? Mom Fu would never allow anyone to cook up extra meals on the side like that because it wasted oil and eggs and was a hassle besides; whatever could be eaten in one go had to be done all at once.
When she went over to the stove, the block-shaped potatoes in the large aluminum pot were already fried almost to the point of being done. Mom Fu liked hers a bit on the firm side, so once they were nearly ready, she fished out a portion for herself to eat first. Fu Ying liked hers fried until they were crispy, the way pot-crust potatoes were.
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