As for Meng Po, she didn't even have a moment of free time; only when she was bored would she read a book.
After a few days, Zhang Sheng and his wife came over to prepare exam supplies for the two masters. The academy exam is held in winter, and it's truly a torment.
These past two days Meng Po had been learning from Zhang Sheng's wife how to cook porridge—not for just one day, but ten days, and during those ten days they still had to eat.
Right now this was what Meng Po resented the most, but there was nothing she could do.
Qi Wen had no problem with cooking porridge, so she watched from the side, gloating as Meng Po flustered around.
Water, coal, and stoves were supplied there; they had to bring their own pots and grain.
Qi Wen just asked them to prepare pickles and rice. It's only ten days, what's so hard to get through?
In the end, Zhang Sheng's wife still prepared thirty eggs; they couldn't afford to have their nutrition fall behind.
