Someone must have something wrong with their brain to eat bones.

A bowl of cured pork is cut according to the number of people, two pieces per person.

Zhao Ergou ate one piece, then couldn't bear to eat the rest.

There's another piece buried at the bottom of the bowl, to be savored slowly after finishing the bean rice.

Seeing that the plate of cured meat had been emptied, he squinted at the plate and poured the bean rice into it.

"There's still some oil on it, we can't waste it."

Zhao Ergou explained to the other villagers, then used his chopsticks to stir the food in the dish, making sure every grain was soaked in lard, before finally eating it in big mouthfuls.

At that moment, he felt he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

Zhao Ergou thought that even the emperor ate about the same amount of food every day.

Nothing in this world tastes better than rice mixed with lard.

When he saw the boiled eggs on the table, Zhao Ergou felt that this was no longer the life an emperor could live.

This is a life only gods can live.

We could eat bean rice, cured meat, and finally an egg.

My God, is Tiger Brother working as a bodyguard in a fairy's house?

Otherwise, how could they eat so well?

Looking at Zhao Hu, who barely touched his chopsticks, he silently vowed to follow his cousin.

From now on, we'll be living a life of eating rice and cured meat.

Um--

Forget it, rice and cured meat are too extravagant. I'll just eat rice once a day and cured meat once a month.

Eating these things every day, what a blessing that would be!

Zhao Ergou felt he didn't have that kind of luck, so he thought the oath he had just made was too grand and he needed to lower it a little.