Seeing that the food was about to get cold if they didn't eat it soon, Ye Tianyong quickly told everyone to eat first and they could talk about everything later.

The group could only suppress their excited and restless hearts and began to casually pick up a dish with their chopsticks and start eating.

Before long, the group was drawn to the food in front of them.

Oh my goodness.

Oh, Earth!

This is some kind of divine delicacy!

Zhu Zi picked up a piece of braised pig's trotters with soybeans from the bowl in front of him. At first, he was still being reserved and chewing slowly, until he tasted the pig's trotters, which were braised until they were fatty but not greasy, soft and tender, with a faint aroma of soybeans.

He started eating hastily and greedily. The aroma of soybeans and pig's trotters filled his mouth, and he wished he could pick up the plate of stewed soybeans and pig's trotters in front of him and swallow it whole, without even spitting out the bones.

well……

It's obviously impossible.

Surprisingly, pig's trotters, which most people consider unpalatable and have a gamey smell, can be cooked so wonderfully by the women of the Ye family...

The group felt as if the pig's trotters in their mouths had instantly transformed from something low-class to something high-class.

Tiger's father was also eating the deep-fried pork tenderloin closest to him. He had never eaten fried meat like this before, and you have to know that oil was a precious commodity in those days.

How valuable is it?

The woman in the family, who was very wealthy, would only add a tiny bit of oil to her dishes each time she cooked. She said that just a tiny bit was enough, as the oil would satisfy her cravings, stifle her hunger, and replenish her energy so that she wouldn't starve to death.

One day at noon, he suddenly had a whimsical idea: to pour more oil into the pot when cooking, just like other families do. His wife refused, so the next afternoon she went to Tianyong's second sister-in-law and got her a calligraphy scroll with the character "oil" on it.

It is said that once you can write the character for "oil" and write it a lot, you will be able to see other people pouring oil without glancing at it.

Therefore, they are less likely to compare themselves with other people's homes.

Tiger's dad...

What he still can't understand is why his son always adds oil to his steamed egg custard, more than he would add to a full meal.

Can't he just add a little something for one day?

My wife is so biased!

The son is her own flesh and blood, so this man is just a free gift, worthless.

Tiger's mother seemed to sense something and glanced at Tiger's father. Tiger's father immediately lowered his head, pretending to check if there were any rice grains on his clothes, and then continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

…………

Compared to the adults' table, with its occasional fidgeting and eerie atmosphere, the children on Yingbao's side were relatively more harmonious, focusing mainly on eating rice.

The food was incredibly delicious.

Everyone was too busy to think about anything else, and occasionally, when they were eating well, a few words would slip out:

"tasty."

"It's so delicious."

"That's right, that's right."

"…………"

Suddenly, Tiger added a brilliant remark, "It's far superior to what my mother makes."

Little Tiger is a professional backstabber, and he especially likes to stab his mother in the heart.

If Tiger's dad heard this, he would definitely berate his wife, saying, "Look at you, what good is your own son?"

In crucial moments, we still have to rely on him, right?

Instead of wasting time adding fuel to your son's egg custard, why not give him some extra nutrition?

This was also thanks to Tiger speaking softly, while the adults were engrossed in drinking and eating.