If the butcher's parents knew that their son was eating this kind of pig feed every day, they would probably be heartbroken.

But Ma was able to justify her deception with such conviction.

"My husband, my mother says that people's stomachs are delicate, so the food must be soft and well-cooked."

We've been married for so long now, and you don't seem to eat as much as you used to.

Look at yourself, aren't you even more handsome and imposing than before?

It can only be said that Ma is a master; he eats very little because the food is too unpalatable.

If you're thin, it's because you're starving; if you eat pig swill every day, anyone will gradually lose their sense of taste.

A broken porcelain vase with a good mouth is nothing special.

Once the food was ready, Ma quickly filled large bowls and placed them on the small table behind the pork counter.

She called out sweetly, "Husband, dinner's ready."

Every time the butcher heard Ma's movements, his bones would turn to jelly for a long time.

Perhaps it's true that love makes even water taste sweet.

The butcher quickly saw off the customers and, taking advantage of the lull before any customers arrived, sat down to eat.

He picked up the oddly shaped piece of unleavened dried food, frowned, and asked, "What is this?"

Ma said without blushing or getting flustered.

"This is a new way of making food that I learned. The pancakes made this way are chewy and flavorful. Husband, please try them."

The butcher didn't think much of it, took a bite, and surprisingly, it had a unique flavor; the flatbread was edible.

Looking at the food in the bowl, it was all mushy and mushy. I didn't even know how to eat it.

Mr. Ma started bluffing again.

"My lord, this dish doesn't look very appetizing, but it doesn't require much chewing. I'm just afraid that when you're busy, eating a meal will feel like a battle."

"How can you not eat vegetables? So I cooked them a little softer. If my husband isn't satisfied, I'll make him some more."

The butcher already had a soft spot for Ma, especially since she was now pregnant with his child. He couldn't bear to let her go back to her old ways.

"Alright, I know how good you are. Okay, don't be sad, I'll eat."

The butcher was literally eating with his eyes closed, putting each bite into his mouth.

Ma stared at the butcher and the food in the bowl.

Suddenly, Mrs. Ma noticed something in the bowl that shouldn't have been there; it looked like a caterpillar.

If the butcher saw this, it would be terrible; the butcher is not a man of good temper.

Ma had a sudden inspiration, "Husband..." her voice was so sweet it could give you diabetes, and she drew out the last syllable.

She took a handkerchief to wipe the butcher's mouth, looking directly at him.

The expression on his face was like looking at the most handsome man in the world—admiration, infatuation. The butcher felt himself floating on air.

If we weren't outside, I would have liked to pin Ma down and execute her on the spot.

Ma's other hand was not idle. Following her memory, she reached into the bowl of vegetables, grabbed the caterpillar, and threw it on the ground behind her.

After the performance, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look at you, you wolf down your food like a child, making a mess all over your face."

Mrs. Ma chuckled as she finished speaking.

The butcher was completely absorbed in Ma's gentle embrace, never imagining that he had almost eaten the "high-protein" food.

If someone were to eat that, who knows how many years the butcher would be traumatized by it.

The butcher, completely bewildered, is now only thinking about selling all the meat on his chopping board so he can close up shop and do this and that to his wife.

He grinned foolishly and mechanically gnawed on the flatbread. Soon the flatbread was gone, but he didn't touch the remaining vegetables.

When Ma saw that guests had arrived, she coaxed the butcher to hurry up and sell the meat while she went to the kitchen to prepare. She quickly took away the bowls of food.

Back in the kitchen, Ma poked at the remaining water spinach with her chopsticks, patting her chest in secret relief.

Quickly pour it out; there are two little cuties inside.

After eliminating the evidence, Ma returned to her bedroom and began to savor the delicious food she had eaten that day.

"Breakfast was already delicious, but I heard that the spicy hot pot at noon tastes even better."

Should we go eat another meal? Should we go, or should we go?

Mrs. Ma fell asleep drooling. She never imagined that her good days would be coming to an end because of a breakfast.

Old Wang rushed back to the village and went straight to the village chief's house.

Upon hearing news of Ma's whereabouts, Zhao Jinfeng took one of his sons and rode in Old Man Wang's oxcart straight to town.

Old Wang's ox is exhausted today; it stopped walking halfway there.

Whenever the three of them stopped to feed and water the cow, it took Grandpa Niu more than half an hour to slow down and take his leisurely steps.

Upon arriving at the town entrance, Zhao Jinfeng and his son went straight to Zhao's Food Shop.

Upon arriving at the shop, Mrs. Huang invited the father and son into the backyard.

He recounted the discovery of Ma and how he had already sent people to follow Ma.

After listening, Zhao Jinfeng pondered for a moment.

“My sister-in-law has made good arrangements. Now that we know her whereabouts, I will go to the county government to report to the authorities.”

She committed such a heinous act back then; if her family hadn't insisted they didn't know her whereabouts, she wouldn't have lived such a peaceful life for so long.

Huang nodded in agreement and expressed her remorse.

"If I had stood firm against my third son marrying such a troublemaker, this terrible thing wouldn't have happened."

Zhao Jinfeng had always known that his younger brother Qianci's family harbored resentment towards Ma for informing on them and causing trouble.

"Sister-in-law, don't be too hard on yourself. Before you bring this woman into the house, who knows if she's a human or a ghost?"

Who would have thought that this divorced woman could cause such a huge uproar?

Fortunately, our village escaped unharmed. If it weren't for her, our village probably would never have caught the eye of the county magistrate.

Don't forget that our village is now a renowned village of heroes.

After chatting about everyday things, they brought the food up from the kitchen to the father and son.

After the two finished eating, Huang took the initiative to lead the family's mule cart to the village chief and his son.

"Although this mule cart doesn't look as respectable as a horse-drawn carriage, it's not slow either."

Besides, we're just ordinary country folk. What if the county magistrate is corrupt? We're driving a big horse-drawn carriage to see him!"

Ms. Huang said this jokingly, but in fact, that was exactly what she thought.

Zhao Jinfeng also believes that keeping a low profile is the key to success.

At the beginning of Shen Shi (3-5 PM), a tremendous event occurred in a butcher shop in the market of Wufang Town.

A group of constables carrying broadswords and chains approached.

There were still two pig trotters, a pig tail, and half a pig hind leg left on the butcher's chopping board that hadn't been sold yet.

He was sitting on a stool, dozing off. Hearing a noise, he opened his eyes and was startled.

He stood up tremblingly, "Sir, sir, what brings you here?"

The head constable, named Zou Liu, asked, "Who is Ma Wan'er to you?"

"Ma, Ma Wan'er is my wife." The butcher panicked.

"During the refugee uprising, Ma Wan'er colluded with the refugees and betrayed the defense deployment of Zhao Family Village, intending to destroy the village. She must now be arrested and brought to justice."

After Zou Liu finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the constables bypassed the butcher and broke down the door.