No one wanted to part with even the smallest bit of their white flour, a precious commodity in these households. They didn't want to share it like Gui Zhi and Lanhua, who had the skills and means to earn money; the white flour was reserved for the men and children of their own families. Only a fool would give it away to people who didn't matter to them.
Now these folks thought of Lin Yuan and her company as strangers, but hadn't they thought the same when they sat there refusing to leave?
"No, no, we're not eating here, there are so many waiting at home!"
"That's right, don't trouble yourself, I'm heading home!"
As they said this, a few women stood up, not forgetting to grab handfuls of seeds from the fruit plate on the table and stuff them into their pockets.
Several other women called their children over, filling their pockets as well with seeds and snacks.
