As a foodie like Uncle Liu, Sheng Xinhua started shouting "Right, right!" the moment the meat platter was served.

As he spoke, he eagerly climbed onto the table, his mouth watering.

Unfortunately, Sheng Xiping has been busy lately and hasn't had time to hunt, so the quality of food at home has plummeted. Even his precious son, Sheng Xinhua, hasn't had meat for several days.

What child doesn't like to eat meat? Sheng Xinhua's reaction is normal.

Just as Sheng Xinhua was about to reach into the meat basin, Sheng Xiping reacted quickly and caught the child.

"Oh dear, you'll have to wait a while if you want to eat it. The meat just came out of the pot, doesn't it need to cool down a bit? What if you burn yourself?"

Sheng Xinhua didn't care what his father was nagging about. He kept shouting "Right!" while drooling, and tried to climb up again.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qinglan quickly picked up a piece of meat, blew on it, and placed it in Sheng Xinhua's bowl.

“Take a piece of meat, blow on it and give it to him; this kid is impatient.”

Sheng Xinhua is a big eater; he can eat anything. Of course, he's also impatient; he can't wait to eat anything he sees.

His family all knew about this habit of his, and when they prepared food for Sheng Xinhua, they would let it cool down a bit before serving it to him.

Today's meal was already late, and everyone was hungry, so no one paid attention to anything else. As a result, the child couldn't wait to eat.

While comforting his son, Sheng Xiping took a few pieces of meat, blew on them, and put them into his son's mouth.

Sure enough, as soon as the meat entered his mouth, Sheng Xinhua became obedient, sitting on his father's lap, squinting his eyes, and eating the meat with a smile.

"You greedy little cat, haven't you had meat for days? Is this how you behave?"

Sheng Xiping poked his son's forehead with a helpless expression. This brat is exactly like his sixth uncle, not a single good one.

"Hey, you're so impulsive, why did you poke his forehead for no reason?"

Which child doesn't crave meat? Let alone the kids, I've been craving it myself lately since we haven't had any at home.

Sheng Liancheng glared at his eldest son in exasperation, then simply reached out and picked up his grandson, taking the bowl with him and tearing off some meat to feed him.

"From now on, you're not allowed to pok and nag us for no reason. Why are you poking and nagging us when we're perfectly fine? You're so irresponsible."

Sheng Liancheng wasn't finished yet; he scolded his son a couple more times.

Sheng Xiping glanced at Zhou Qinglan and smiled helplessly. There are many advantages to living with the elderly, but there are also disadvantages, namely that you can't take care of the children.

As long as you discipline them, their parents will definitely protect them.

Well, it's fine as long as the child is young. But it won't work if the grandparents keep protecting the child like this when they grow up.

I've been working really hard lately, and there's not much good food to eat. Even though we have a lot of lard at home, it's nothing compared to meat.

There's a big pot of stewed meat in front of me. Even though the radish is a bit pithy, it still tastes pretty good when stewed in the meat broth.

Everyone stopped caring about anything else and started eating meat and bread, indulging in a hearty meal.

Badgers aren't very fat in spring, only about ten pounds each. After skinning, gutting, and removing the fat, they can still weigh five or six pounds.

Three badgers and a big radish were stewed into a large pot, and in the end, only the bottom of the pot was left to eat.

Of course, eating meat saved on dry rations, so I didn't eat much of the pancakes that night.

"Oh, this dinner was really delicious tonight." Sheng Xitai patted his stomach and stepped aside with a satisfied look on his face.

These past few days, he's been working up the mountain, exhausted every day. When he gets home, he can't even get meat to eat. It's just dried vegetables and grass every day, and Sheng Xitai is already feeling very uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare to say a word. In this busy season, who has the time to hunt and cook meat?

So Sheng Xitai could only endure it, hoping that the afforestation would end soon so that his older brother would have time to catch a couple of pheasants and stew them, which would be better than eating grass all day.

Unexpectedly, tonight was a pleasant surprise; we had plenty of badger meat to eat.

Sheng Xitai didn't hold back and ate as much as he could, filling his stomach to the brim.

As Sheng Xitai spoke, he let out a burp.

Sheng Xinhua glanced at his sixth uncle, then imitated Sheng Xitai, rubbing his round belly and backing away, before letting out a burp.

When Sheng Xitai saw his nephew imitating him, his face darkened immediately. "Xinhua, you're not allowed to learn from your uncle."

Everyone in the room couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You, don't make a fool of yourself in the future. Don't you know we have a little copycat in our family? You're all grown up now, acting like someone's uncle, and this is how you set an example?"

Zhang Shuzhen couldn't stop laughing, and while laughing, she also tried to comfort her youngest son.

"Sheng Xinhua, I'm your uncle. You're not allowed to follow my example anymore," Sheng Xitai said to Sheng Xinhua with a dark face.

"Piggy!" Sheng Xinhua stood up, skipped over to Sheng Xitai, and called out to him with a smile.

Sheng Xitai's face darkened even more. "It's Uncle, not Piggy."

How old are you? How come you still can't say it correctly? You can say "Auntie" right, why can't you say "Uncle"?

Sheng Xinhua is now one year and four months old. His language skills are much better than before. He has gradually corrected some of the words he used to pronounce incorrectly. At least he can pronounce "aunt" correctly now.

But this uncle just wouldn't change, and he was closest to Sheng Xitai, calling him "piggy" every time he saw him.

"Piggy?" Sheng Xinhua tilted his head, looked Sheng Xitai up and down several times, and then tried to call him uncle, but the sound that came out was still "piggy".

"Fine, be a pig then. We'll change you back to being a pig when you're older."

Sheng Xitai sighed in frustration and pulled Sheng Xinhua into his arms. Sheng Xinhua obediently leaned in, nestled in her uncle's arms, and sighed in imitation of her uncle.

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