Chen Hong had no choice but to step in and persuade them: "Let's take thirty skewers from each table and eat them evenly first, otherwise they'll get cold and won't taste good."

There will be plenty of lamb skewers for lunch today. They will be freshly grilled and served hot to everyone.

Besides, we also have lamb offal and lamb meatballs for lunch today, both of which are our chef's specialties. You'll definitely regret it if you don't try them!

After much persuasion, each table took thirty skewers back to the restaurant to eat, and the village chief and Uncle Erhu breathed a long sigh of relief.

They weren't afraid of doing some work, but being surrounded and jostled by so many people was making them a little nervous.

This lunch felt like a battle of a hundred people; it was just a small restaurant in the village, but it had the atmosphere of a high-end city restaurant.

Finally, all the tourists sat down to eat. Chen Hong took over from the village chief and Uncle Erhu, and the two elderly people worked in front of the grill all afternoon.

His face was covered in sweat, even the back of his shirt was soaked, and his face and arms were red from the heat.

Uncle Erhu was a little worried. "Chen Hong, do you know how to grill? You can't do this lamb skewer properly if you don't flip it properly."

Overcooked, it'll be too tough to chew; undercooked, it'll give you an upset stomach.

Chen Hong didn't make any promises about being able to bake it well; she just had Uncle Erhu stand beside her and watch her do it.

Chen Hong stood in front of the grill, grabbed a handful of meat skewers in each hand, and started grilling.

Her hands moved swiftly, like she was juggling, the lamb skewers sometimes fanning out in her hands, sometimes gathering into a bunch.

Every now and then, she would combine two handfuls, grabbing a handful of seasonings with her right hand and scattering them evenly over the meat skewers in her left hand like a fairy scattering flowers.

Uncle Erhu was dumbfounded. "Chen Hong, did you used to sell lamb skewers at a stall? Your technique is too professional."

As Chen Hong rapidly flipped the lamb skewers in her hand, she said to Uncle Erhu,

"I've unlocked my full potential. I'll find a way to learn any skill related to food and then master it."

Listening to Chen Hong's serious nonsense, Uncle Erhu kept nodding, "Hmm, your cooking skills are really good. The food you make is better than what you get in restaurants."

Chen Hong felt a little embarrassed; she was just teasing him! She didn't expect him to take it seriously.

Uncle Erhu is a very honest person; if he says that, it must be his true feelings.

"Uncle, you haven't eaten at many restaurants. You've never actually tasted food made by a real master chef."

They make sure to add lots of good ingredients to their broth, and they spend a lot of time and effort cooking it carefully. The broth is made with great care.

My cooking skills are only presentable in our rural area, and we usually make simplified versions for our own family.

In a few years, when we've made a lot of money, we'll go to big cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou to eat at fancy hotels.

There are plenty of five-star hotels, Michelin-starred restaurants, and private kitchens outside, each with its own signature dishes.

That chef's food is truly delicious!

Uncle Erhu was amused by Chen Hong's grand promise: "We can't afford it! I heard from the customers outside that some of their famous dishes cost tens of thousands."

"A single dish can cost an ordinary person a year's income. That's not eating vegetables, that's eating money!"

Chen Hong was amused by Uncle Erhu's simple and straightforward remarks, "Actually, it's not that valuable. It's mostly just hype from the rich."

Many dishes are made with scarce ingredients, which have led to high prices, but the taste is just average.

Seafood from our coast accounts for four of the eight delicacies of food.

"We've never had shark fin in our family, but we eat the other three delicacies quite often, haven't we?"

Uncle Erhu scratched his head and chuckled, "I'm eating here often now because of you."

In the past, even if we managed to get our hands on some, we wouldn't eat it; we'd just sell it for money.

It's often said that cooks eat leftovers, farmers eat wild vegetables, and fishermen eat dead fish and rotten shrimp, and that's certainly true.

We've had our share of good, high-quality fish, but we prioritize selling them to make money first. Only the ones we can't sell are the ones we're willing to eat.

"Things will get better from now on. Our income is getting higher and higher, and we'll be willing to try things we wouldn't normally be able to afford."

Life is all about eating and drinking! Once you've made money, the first thing to do is eat and drink well and improve your quality of life.

"Yes, yes, society is so much better now. We have no problem with food and drink. From now on, we'll just have to figure out how to eat and drink well."

The father and son chatted as they finished grilling all the marinated meat skewers. After setting up tables for the tourists, they each only got two skewers.

Chen Hong was still a little unsatisfied after finishing her meal. She had been busy all morning, but she had only managed to eat two skewers. It was really a bit of a rip-off.

Fortunately, there were lamb offal and lamb meatballs to soothe her wounded heart.

While gnawing on a stewed lamb's hoof that had been cooked until the skin was falling off, Chen Hong secretly made up her mind that she would "buy" another goat in two days at most.

First, enjoy a delicious meal of grilled lamb skewers, and then grilled lamb chops should be ordered as well.

If she weren't worried about upsetting the village chief and Uncle Erhu, she would have prepared to serve the golden-brown, juicy, fragrant, and tender roasted goat as well.

After finishing the meal, I helped Aunt Guo and the others clean up the dishes and tidy up the house. Then I went home to feed the chickens, ducks, and dogs.

Chen Hong brewed a cup of green tea, lay down on the sofa to rest for a while, and watched an episode of a TV series.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, she changed into her long-sleeved clothes and trousers, carried a bamboo basket on her back, and went to the orchard with a hoe and a sickle.

She hadn't been to the orchard for over twenty days, even though the village chief and Uncle Erhu would visit her orchard every few days.

She was still a little worried until she saw the pears growing this year with her own eyes.

As soon as she entered the orchard, she was in a good mood! She had planted each of these pear trees herself, just one year after they were planted in Yujia Village.

These pear trees, laden with fruit, bear witness to her seven years of hard work and sweat after marriage, and were once part of her meticulous plans for a happy married life.

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