Chapter 389

The children had returned by then, and were captivated by the red roasted pig, their eyes fixed on it. Lele asked, "Can't the chickens at home lay eggs?"

Second Uncle bent down slightly, with a kind smile on his face, and patiently explained: "We only have three old hens at home, which were given by the team. We don't have a rooster, so we can't lay eggs."

Then, with a hint of emotion in his eyes, he said, "Fortunately, now that we're free, we can raise pigs as we please. Sometimes, when the piglets die, you let Seventh Grandpa roast them and eat them. Your roasting skills are getting better and better."

As time passed, the wild boar's skin gradually turned red, and the fat continued to drip onto the fire, making a sizzling sound, and the air was filled with an enticing aroma.

How could the children resist such temptation? They kept swallowing their saliva, their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, not going anywhere, just guarding the roasted suckling pig tightly.

"Grandpa Qi! Is the roasted pig almost ready?"

A child asked eagerly, his voice full of anticipation.

"Haha! It's almost there! It will be done soon!"

Uncle Qi responded while skillfully turning the roasted pig.

Finally, the roasted pig came out of the oven with a fragrant aroma. Uncle Qi took the roasted suckling pig off the tongs and placed it on the chopping board.

Roasting a pig requires a lot of attention to detail, and so does the knife technique for cutting it. Each cut accurately separates the meat from the bones, cutting it into small, evenly sized pieces. The pieces are then neatly placed on a plate, and from a distance, it still looks like a whole piglet.

"Alright! Eat now, kids!"

The children were so greedy when they saw the fragrant roasted pig that they reached out to grab it, but were stopped by Su Miao.

"Let's go wash our hands first, so that the food will taste better!"

After washing their hands, the children lined up and stretched out their hands to Su Miao.

"Aunt, please check and see if we have washed it clean!"

Su Miao nodded in satisfaction: "Very clean, let's get started!"

When the children got Su Miao's permission, they cheered instantly and rushed to the chopping board impatiently.

I saw the roasted suckling pig, its red skin shining with an attractive luster. After being roasted on charcoal fire for a long time, the tender meat under the skin was permeated with fat, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.

The children each took a piece and then couldn't wait to take a bite.

In an instant, the crispy pork skin breaks between your teeth with a "crunching" sound, and the tender and juicy pork blends with the rich flavor of spices in your mouth, and the wonderful taste instantly blooms on your taste buds.

The children's eyes instantly narrowed into slits, their faces filled with expressions of immense satisfaction, and they mumbled incoherently, "It's so delicious! This is the most delicious meat I've ever eaten!"

Lele suddenly thought of something and said to Su Miao, who was also enjoying her meal, "Aunt, what was the story you told yesterday about roasted pig?"

Last night, Su Miao told the children that she would tell them a story while eating roasted pig. Seeing that the children were very curious, she did not keep them in suspense and said, "Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a hunter who made a living by hunting wild boars.

He was forty years old when he and his wife had a son, and they named him Fire Emperor.

Huo Di was very naughty since he was a child and got into a lot of trouble. When hunters went up the mountain to hunt, they often caught live piglets and kept them at home.

When Huo Di grew up a little, he was left at home to look after the piglets while his parents went up the mountain to hunt together.

One day, the Fire Emperor picked up a few pieces of flint and started hammering around near the pigpen, accidentally setting the thatched hut where the pigs were kept on fire!

“Wow!”

The children exclaimed in surprise and were so serious that they even forgot to eat the roasted pig in their hands.

"Then what? What then? Did it really catch fire?" Hu Zi asked anxiously, as if he was the one who caused the trouble.

Su Miao nodded and said slowly: "The Fire Emperor burned the pigpen and found it very interesting. Not only was he not afraid, he did not call the villagers to help put out the fire. Instead, he watched happily from the side.

After the fire slowly died down, he smelled a fragrance in the ruins that he had never smelled before. He followed the smell and was surprised to find that the fragrance came from the roasted piglets.

The piglet looked tempting in color and smelled delicious. He couldn't help but pick up the pig leg with his hands. The pig skin broke with a crack and burned him.

He licked the burning finger with his tongue, but unexpectedly tasted the delicious roasted pig.

Hu Zi wanted to scratch his head, but then he remembered that his hands were greasy, so he gave up and asked, "But are all the pigs dead? Will his butt be broken by his parents?"

Su Miao smiled and continued, "When his parents returned home, they found the pig shed reduced to ashes and all the piglets burned to death. They were about to catch the Fire Emperor and beat him up.

Suddenly, the Fire Emperor brought out a plate of roast suckling pig that was grilled to a shiny red color and had a fragrant aroma. After tasting it, I found it to be very delicious.

His father was a smart man. He thought that even if he beat his son again, the pigs would not be able to come back to life, so he thought of a way to remedy the situation while eating the roasted pigs.

Then he jumped for joy. From then on, his father went hunting every day, Huo Di cooked roasted pigs at home, and his mother took them to the market to sell. The family lived a prosperous life.

After listening to it, the second uncle commented: "This doesn't seem like an ordinary story, it seems like a true story."

Second Aunt said, "Alas, it's a good thing they only set the pigpen on fire. If they had set the whole house on fire, I wonder how they would have survived. I think they should have been beaten."

When the children heard her say she wanted to beat Huo Di, they all shook their heads. Hu Zi said, "Second Granny, don't beat him. He can earn money for the family."

Lele also nodded: "Yes, yes! If I make money, I can not only buy a pig, but also buy candy."

At this moment, Su Miao had a flash of inspiration and said to Uncle Qi, "Yes! Uncle Qi, you can also make money by selling roasted pigs!"

Uncle Seven's head shook like a rattle. "No, no! I'm like this! Can I still do business?"

"Why not? You have such a good skill, it would be a shame not to use it! Now that conditions have improved, many people are starting small businesses.

I've eaten a lot of home-cooked food, and some of it wasn't as good as yours. But there were still guests coming, so why not give it a try first?"

Uncle Seventh was terrified and refused repeatedly: "No, no! I'm not good at math! I'm sure I'll lose money."

Su Miao suggested to him, "You can focus on roasting the pigs and let your seventh aunt or your cousins sell them. You don't have to do the math."

"Then... where can we find so many piglets?"

Uncle Er suddenly remembered some news he had heard earlier: "There's a pig farm on the outskirts of the county! It's privately owned, and they have both piglets and adult pigs for sale! If that doesn't work out, just like I do with papayas, picking them up in every village. It'll be tiring, but as long as I can make some money, that's fine!"