Lian Xiaomin waved her hand arrogantly: "Eat if I tell you to. All disciples of this sect must abide by the master's orders. Eat to your heart's content!"

"...If you don't eat enough and keep your body strong, how can you practice martial arts?"

As he spoke, he filled his bowl with a large spoonful of meat, which smelled really good.

"Xiao Tai, your cooking skills are pretty good. I have a half-baked apprentice who is not very good at martial arts, but he cooks well. I think you are better than Xiao Lingzi."

Liu Zhitai had no choice but to take the full pot of food that his master had served him and took it to the west room to eat. When he turned around, his eyes were already filled with tears.

It can be said that since he was eight years old, he had completely forgotten what rice and meat tasted like.

If Huang Xiping had not been afraid of a bad reputation due to the recent award for advanced work, he would not have let Xiaotai eat corn grits porridge with the rest of the family.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't even be able to eat rice porridge.

I just rely on digging wild vegetables myself, mixing them with cornmeal, and making do with the diluted soup. Otherwise, how could I be so thin?

Occasionally when cooking, he would secretly hide a potato or sweet potato or something like that, and then secretly eat some when no one was around. This is how he grew up year after year.

He grew into a fifteen-year-old boy.

Now that I'm at Master Lian's house, I can't even imagine what life is like. How can I not have tears in my eyes?

Lian Xiaomin took care of Xiaofu and Xiaoya while they finished their meal. She saw that there was still more than half of the roe deer meat in the pot.

A lot was prepared for this meal. A whole roe deer was cleaned out and all the selected meat was cooked.

It can be stored in the winter. Put it in a small aluminum pot and freeze it in the utility room in the yard. You can heat it up at noon tomorrow and eat it directly, just like in the refrigerator.