"Yes, it's my mother who is not good," Da Wa continued to say. Zhou Yian could see Sister Sun sitting in the room opposite.

Given the sound insulation in the tube-shaped building, you can definitely hear it regardless of whether the door is closed or not.

As if the microphone had suddenly been turned on, Da Wa said, "If she can be as useful as my father, then our family will definitely be able to eat meat every meal like yours."

"First, we don't eat meat every meal at home," Zhou Yian and Song Songbai didn't always order meat dishes. Even if they did, Zhou Yian felt that no one would be able to see her family's meals because they basically ate with the door closed. Sometimes, if the food wasn't good, they would just leave a small gap.

"Secondly, whether you can eat meat every day depends on your own ability, instead of thinking about how bad your parents are." Zhou Yian was too lazy to judge who was useful in his family, but he couldn't help but want to retort when he said such uncomfortable words in front of her.

"I'm still young. Which boy should work at such a young age? It should be done by girls." Da Wa felt very dissatisfied. He was still young and where could he go to eat meat by himself? Besides, it was his mother who was useless. He listened to what his father said and his mother did not refute him.

His father can say it, why can't he say it?

"..." Zhou Yian found it a little funny. "Girls your age can do so many things. Doesn't that mean girls are more useful than you?"

She talks about the usefulness of others every day, but in fact, she is often the most useless person. She saw the eldest child still need his mother to get him food two days ago.

Before Da Wa could think of a rebuttal, Zhou Yian continued, "Since you think your mother is useless, you don't have to eat the food she cooks."

Zhou Yian always felt that Sister Sun was not completely useless to the family, her husband and children, and she could not bear to hear her son belittling his mother in front of her.

Anyway, no matter what, Zhou Yian still asked Da Wa to leave on the pretext that he had to eat at home.

The eldest boy was still thinking about the question just now. How could he be less useful than girls? Now everyone says that boys are useful, so how could he be outdone by girls?

Zhou Yian thought that this was just a trivial daily thing. There were people like this in every era. It was just that this time she discovered it because he was next to her.

Da Wa returned to his home in a daze. Seeing his mother still sitting on the chair, not knowing what she was thinking about, he immediately forgot all his doubts. He was definitely more useful than his mother, but he couldn't say how.

I could only shout like my father when he came home from work, "What are you doing? You sit here all day and night, just scaring people."

It was as if this had made him a useful father in his heart.

We just chatted for a while, and the braised pork is almost done. Anyway, Zhou Yian feels that eating too much braised pork will be a bit greasy, but he will miss it if he doesn't eat it.

The corridor was filled with the smell of braised pork at this time. Zhou Yian could hear the crying of children from a distance, crying and shouting that they wanted to eat too, followed by the scolding of adults.

Zhou Yian simply put all the dishes on the dining table and made some other dishes. Although the braised pork was delicious, it couldn't be just the one dish.

Song Songbai came back with the tide of people getting off work, and the corridor became even more lively.

After smelling the sweet meaty aroma in the air, Zhou Yian could even hear people asking if their family had eaten meat.

I don’t know if it was purely because of the meat, or because Zhou Yian’s cooking was indeed a bit fragrant. At this time, Zhou Yian certainly thought that she was the latter, which also proved that her cooking skills were not bad now.

Song Songbai came in. He had obviously smelled it too. Seeing the food on the table, he smiled and said, "It's my home."

When I went up the stairs just now, the other workers were chatting with Song Songbai. They wondered whose pork was so delicious. It was quite amazing. His family was in for a treat.

"What?" Zhou Yian said with a smile, "Do you feel happy now?"

Song Songbai nodded, feeling indeed honored.

It was enough to feel honored. No matter when the sound came from the side, the two of them sat down and ate peacefully again.

After finishing the meal, Zhou Yian felt it was okay. At first, she was expecting other children to come over and cry for the meat, but unexpectedly, it didn't happen. What she heard most was the scolding of adults. Zhou Yian couldn't help but sigh that, in fact, people on this floor still have to save face no matter what.

Then Zhou Yian felt that he could be a little more unrestrained sometimes. If there were no other children asking for it except the eldest child, he could do it a few more times.

However, after what happened to Zhou Yian, the smell of meat wafted through the corridors from more and more households. Everyone was a salary-earner, so even if their burden was heavy, they could still spare some money to enjoy a delicious meal.

Zhou Yian was happy to see this development. After all, it wouldn't be noticeable if her family burned more food.

However, what made Zhou Yian speechless during this period was Hu Jiangjiang's side.

Zhou Yian looked at the person across from her who was lingering in front of her door with a bowl of food. She had no idea what was going on in this person's mind. He kept picking up large pieces of braised pork from his bowl and waving them in front of Zhou Yian.

No matter what, she didn't owe those two pieces of meat. This kind of behavior only made Zhou Yian laugh in her heart. If she wanted to show off, this wasn't the way to do it.

Anyway, she was not tempted, but the big boy next door was so greedy that he stared at Hu Jiangjiang's bowl.

Hu Jiangjiang thought she was showing off, but don’t think that her family is the only one that has braised pork. Hers is fattier and tastier.

But in the instant I turned my head, maybe the braised pork was too fatty, it somehow slipped off the chopsticks and down the edge of the bowl.

It fell straight to the ground.