As usual, Ling Huanwu took out an enamel basin of cured meat from her spatial storage, along with some fresh pork knuckles she had bought in the city, to provide an extra meal for the entire village.

At the banquet held at the Ling family's ancestral home, there was a plate of delicious braised pork knuckle.

Now she gets hungry just thinking about it.

Let's do it!

First, put the chopped pig's trotters into a pot and simmer them over low heat for an hour. Then, take the pig's trotters out and put them in another pot. Stir-fry them with rock sugar until they turn red and give them a nice color. Finally, add soy sauce and more than ten kinds of braising spices and braise them.

Instead of the thick, milky pork trotter soup, she picked a large piece of freshly dried seaweed and put it into the pot to make a fragrant seaweed soup.

When the soup was ready, the braising liquid in another pot of braised pig's trotters had also evaporated.

When the reddish-brown, caramelized pig's trotters were placed in a basin, the enticing aroma of the meat made everyone helping out in the drying yard drool.

The aroma of meat carried further and further away on the sea breeze.

Even the newly arrived educated youth hurriedly tidied up their beds and rushed out to the drying ground to eat communal meals.

Zhao Jingxiang, who had been lying motionless on the bed, started to rumble with hunger as soon as he smelled the aroma.

When he came to the countryside, his commander forbade him to take anything. From last night until now, he has been so angry that he hasn't eaten a single bite of food.

But he's always been a picky eater and only eats food prepared by professional chefs. How could he possibly eat this kind of mass-produced food?

He originally wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep, but for some inexplicable reason, he still followed the smell and went to the drying ground.

In the dense crowd, he spotted the woman cooking next to the iron wok at a glance.

I had previously seen Song Yaoyao take her to her home as a guest.

Looking to his left, he saw a tall figure standing next to the woman.

The man was tall, and standing next to the woman made her look even smaller while she was cooking.

Zhao Jingxiang's gaze was fixed on the man's strangely familiar face, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, his hands and feet gradually turning cold.