Lin Yi hung the mobile light bulb on the old locust tree in the yard, and the whole yard was brightly lit.

Ningxia boiled water in another pot. Seeing that the water was about to boil, she was still hesitating whether to cook some noodles for the people in the yard first. Several people in the house had already come out after smelling the fragrance.

"I was wondering why there was always fragrance in my dreams. It turns out that Ningxia was cooking." Old Liao came out in slippers, followed by three figures.

Well, it all rose up on its own. Ningxia no longer hesitated and threw all the few noodles on the chopping board into the pot. Fortunately, the pot was big enough, otherwise it would have really clumped in it.

"It smells so good~" Lao Liao opened the lid of the pot. There was a layer of oil floating on the edge of the boiling mutton offal soup, and the unique aroma of mutton offal spread.

Several grown men gathered around the pot and sniffed hard, which made the others laugh.

"If it were us, we would have thrown away all the internal organs and would never have thought of making such a pot of soup." Whenever Lao Liao came across food, he would flatter Ningxia without hesitation.

Knowing his love for food, Ningxia pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't worry, Brother Liao, I'll give you enough."

Old Liao was still laughing, but before he could say anything, Sangsang, who was holding the child beside him, started talking: "Uncle Pee! Glutton!"

The crisp and soft sound made people calm down and made several people laugh.

The child in Sangsang's arms seemed to feel the happiness of the crowd and cried out "ah" and "ah" a few times. Liu Ximu, who was standing by, was afraid that Sangsang's thin arms could not hold the child, so he squatted beside her and protected her carefully.

There was something delicious cooking in the pot. Old Liao was in a very good mood and reached out to tease Qingtian. When he saw the child's fair and tender face, his old habit came back and he even wanted to lean down and "kiss" the other person with his beard.

Sangsang held the child in his arms, twisting his body to avoid the attack, and yelling, "Uncle Pee is here again! He's stabbing me with his beard again!"

Liu Ximu quickly stretched out his hands to protect them, fearing that the two little ones would fall to the ground.

Li Gang couldn't bear it any longer and kicked Lao Liao hard from behind, "You're crazy again, and you'll throw the child again."

Old Liao, however, was shameless and didn't care at all. He stretched out his big hands, took Sangsang and Qingtian into his arms, and poked them all with his beard before withdrawing his hands.

Qingtian was also in a good mood and didn't show any sign of crying. She just stared at the strange uncle with her round eyes curiously.

The two fair-skinned kids were bullied by him. Several men denounced Lao Liao together, but Lao Liao didn't care about them. After he got mad, he went back to the pot to guard his mutton soup.

Mu Yuanqing just watched them making a fuss. Several men took turns hugging Qingtian, being very careful in their movements for fear of hurting the fragile little life in their arms.

No one in the yard seemed to be surprised by Qingtian's hideously cracked upper lip. Mu Yuanqing seemed to suddenly understand why Ningxia was willing to get so close to this group of people.

A warmth seemed to surge into her dead heart, making her eyes red. She pursed her lips, unable to express the feeling in her heart. She looked at the child, and Liu Ximu beside her was looking at her tenderly.

Mu Yuanqing lowered his head, no longer resisting, and let the warmth sweep over his body.

The noodles were cooked and floated to the bottom of the pot. Lin Yihe did not add any whole grain noodles, only white flour, which looked very tempting.

There were more than ten large bowls lined up on the chopping board, and Lin Yi distributed the noodles he had scooped up one by one.

Ningxia stood in front of another pot, scooped up the first ladle of boiling hot mutton soup and poured it on the noodles. The slightly yellow soup mixed with oil successfully blended with the noodles.

The second scoop was filled with mutton offal. After one scoop, the bowl was full and there was almost no trace of noodles.

Ningxia casually grabbed a handful of chopped green onions and sprinkled them on top before handing it to Lao Liao, who had been standing by the chopping board, eager to get started. "Brother Liao, there's chili powder on the side. If it's not enough, add more yourself."

Old Liao didn't care about the heat. He picked up a few pieces of mutton and put them in his mouth, nodding continuously without saying a word to answer her.

Only after everyone had eaten their portion did Ningxia have time to soothe her long-empty stomach.

There is enough Ningxia spices, and the mutton offal is blanched and stir-fried, so there is no peculiar smell and the fragrance lingers in your mouth.

The chewy noodles are soaked in the broth, burning your mouth. The broth has a slightly spicy flavor that leaves a lasting impression.

There was plenty of mutton offal, but Ningxia didn't make much noodles. A large bowl of mutton offal had more than the noodles, and it was incredibly satisfying.

After a few bites, the men broke out in sweat. It was a chilly night, but they didn't feel cold even though they were only wearing T-shirts. Instead, they felt warmer the more they ate.

Sangsang also ate half a bowl, and he didn't stop even though his little mouth was burned red.

"Your cooking skills are truly amazing." Mu Yuanqing took a few bites and also praised. She had never eaten offal before, but now, Mu Yuanqing picked up a piece of mutton offal with her chopsticks and threw it into her mouth without blinking.

Ningxia smiled. She liked thinking about food, and that was her only hobby.

It was getting late, and everyone, who had been hungry for half a day, was eating with a heavy face. No one spoke for a while, and the only sound in the yard was the sound of chewing.

"Another bowl!" Old Liao ate without any manners at all. He quickly finished the contents of the bowl and rushed to the pot to scoop two large spoonfuls of mutton offal into the bowl.

Li Gang looked at him with disdain, "Your mouth is made of iron, don't you know it's hot?"

"You have a very delicate palate. Don't be upset if I eat it all in a little while."

"Are you eating ginseng fruit? Can you taste it after drinking so much?"

"You're still joking with me. You'll start crying soon." Old Liao chuckled as he looked at the people who had gathered around the pot again.

Li Gang coughed lightly and joined the group surrounding the pot without changing his expression.

The pot of mutton offal was completely devoured, leaving only some soup at the bottom. Old Liao was still clamoring for Ningxia to save some for him to dip into steamed buns tomorrow morning, but Li Gang gave him another kick.

Ningxia was glad that she asked Lin Yi to mix the noodles before going to bed, otherwise she would not be able to feed these big eaters.

Several people sat in a row in the yard, feeling warm all over and unwilling to move.

Mu Yuanqing and Liu Ximu were about to get up and say goodbye while holding the child. It was getting late and Liu Ximu had not rested enough, so he just wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

"Divide the meat and take it back." Li Gang instructed Liu Ximu and pointed to the piles of meat under the old locust tree.

More than 600 kilograms of meat were divided per person, with each person getting 100 kilograms.

Liu Ximu had already brought back two sheep's trotters, and he still had more than 80 kilograms of them in Ningxia.

He didn't hesitate and went forward to take some, stopping when he had taken about 80 kilograms.

Seeing this, Li Gang stood up and took a few more pieces of meat from the pile and put them into his bag. There must be about thirty pounds of meat. "It's ours."

Liu Ximu was stunned. He didn't quite understand how to respond to such kindness. The meal he just had was the most lively, relaxing and sumptuous meal he had had in recent years.

Mu Yuanqing took a step forward holding the child and bowed slightly to Li Gang, "Then we won't push each other around anymore, thank you, Captain Li.

Xixi has some medicinal herbs for external injuries that are quite effective. I'll get them when you leave. You can carry them with you just in case. Sergeant Li, don't be polite to me."