In the morning it was just small snowflakes, but in the afternoon it started to snow heavily.

Jiang Yue lit a small stove, closed the door, and began to braise pig's head in the main room. Jiang Nian loved it. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to make it since moving to the city, fearing the smell was too strong. Now, with the neighbors worried about it, it would be a rare occasion for her to make it.

"Broil more, it's not easy to make once."

Seeing that his eyes were filled with the desire to eat, Jiang Yue smiled and responded, "Okay, let's braise three big pig heads at once today." Once the braising liquid is ready, she can put it into the space and braise it slowly. The broth will soak into the meat, and it will be delicious no matter what you mix it with.

"Yueyue, the pork is ready."

Jiang Yue went to the kitchen to see that he really had obsessive-compulsive disorder and cut each piece into neat and square pieces.

She personally did it today, explaining each step to him, and Jiang Nian also learned attentively. Once he learned it, Yueyue wouldn't have to work so hard to cook. He felt bad for her hands always getting red from the cold.

As evening approached, the feast was finally ready. Jiang Nian used a basin to cook the rice, then poured the braised pork sauce into it, mixing it thoroughly. He ate the meat with his chopsticks and the rice with his mouthfuls, his eyes narrowed with happiness. After the braised pork, he ate the pig's head. He loved meat!

Suddenly, a piece of green vegetable appeared before his eyes. Jiang Nian frowned, but ate it in one gulp, as if he were chewing poison.

Jiang Yue was incredibly happy. Lately, Jiang Nian had been acting more and more like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, becoming more thoughtful and thoughtful, and gradually developing the composure of an adult. That said, when it came to eating vegetables, he had to be coaxed like a child.

I guess he was thinking in his heart that he was probably the only wolf in the forest that could eat grass.

Jiang Yue had neither the ability nor the opportunity to celebrate the New Year properly in modern times, so she wanted to try out the feeling of celebrating the New Year. As the twelfth lunar month approached, the standard of their meals increased dramatically. They didn't have the luxury of fish and meat, but they could still have some meat.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Yue sharpened his knife and went to kill Yang Miemie.

The sheep had been raised for a few months and was now fatter and more docile than before. It wasn't a big deal that the sheep's bleating was getting louder.

Jiang Yue also killed those chickens, leaving only the chicks.

On New Year's Eve dinner, a pot of mutton offal soup warmed the stomach, with fish for a prosperous new year, and green vegetables to burn off the fat. The two of them ate their fill and collapsed on the kang to rest.

Jiang Yue probably grew another two centimeters, but Jiang Nian also grew a little, although not very obviously.

There is a big height difference between the two of them. They like to sit face to face and hug each other while chatting. It is convenient, comfortable and safe. After chatting for a few words, their lips are glued to each other.

Jiang Nian's rapid progress, and his lung capacity has also improved, has gradually made Jiang Yue unable to cope...

The Jiang family celebrated the New Year with great satisfaction, but other households' homes were deserted. The natural disaster had only lasted for more than half a year, but it had turned a once bustling city into the deserted look it is today.

During the New Year, the government sold the vegetables grown in the greenhouses of wealthy families, but they were as expensive as meat.

Those who could afford it would buy two or three green vegetables and some minced meat, add half a jar of water to make a soup, and use it as a side dish for the New Year's Eve dinner. Those who couldn't afford it would wait for the stalls to close and grab the few vegetable leaves that fell...

Ten people from the two Wang families sat around the table in the main hall, eating quietly.

Old Mrs. Wang drooled at the yellow-green vegetable dish in the middle of the table, but she didn't dare to pick any. She just signaled her grandson with her eyes, and only became happy when Wang Wen picked up one for her.

Li Niang, however, had no expression on her face. She had served herself the most rice and picked up the most dishes. Old Mrs. Wang's forehead throbbed, and she was about to scold her, but her grandson and second daughter-in-law were silent, so she had no choice but to shut up.

I don't know what happened, but my good-natured grandson has changed drastically, cursing and hitting people at every turn. But he is very kind to his wife and doesn't say a word.

Could it be that the extra meat, vegetables, grain, and firewood at home recently were all earned by her? It seems that being out for most of the day is indeed useful.

But how did he earn all this? I've never seen anyone with this ability before.

Li Niang didn't care about what everyone was thinking. She didn't wash the dishes after eating. She just went back to the small utility room quietly to sleep.

Uncle Wang looked at her twisting butt with a lewd look in his eyes. It seemed that his niece's butt was getting bigger and bigger, just like the young widow in the village, so seductive.

Uncle Wang's wife pinched the man under the table and gave him a dirty look. Uncle Wang grimaced, not daring to cry out, for fear of upsetting his nephew.

The old lady winked and said, "Wen'er, why doesn't your wife sleep in the same room with you? How can she have children and continue the family line like this? This won't do. You must have a good talk with her. If a woman doesn't have children..."

I don't know which word touched Wang Wen's reverse scale. He slammed the bowl on the table and gritted his teeth, "Mind your own business!"

He had been recuperating in bed for a long time, with poor food and insufficient clothing, and his body had become emaciated, reduced to mere skin and bones. Although he had been able to eat only sixty percent full during this short period, he still couldn't recover.

His face was wrinkled, his eyes were red, and he looked ferocious when he was angry, which scared everyone.

Old Mrs. Wang lowered her head quickly and said, "Yes, yes, I was wrong. I won't talk too much next time."

Li Niang lay on the cold little bed, covered with a worn quilt, without any warmth at all. She stared at the door, and soon, someone came in.

With a creaky sound, a thin, dark man tiptoed into the room and gently closed the door.

When he turned around, a pair of bright eyes stared at him.

Uncle Wang was startled and his legs went a little weak.

He smiled wryly, "Good evening, niece and niece-in-law. Are you still awake?"

Li Niang sat up and continued to look at him silently.

Seeing that she was not panicking or calling for help, Uncle Wang's lust gradually grew, and he walked over to the bed and sat down. Seeing that she still did not respond, he slowly slipped his fingers under the quilt, pulled up those little hands, and stroked them a few times.

"Li Niang, you've worked hard. I came here just to see if you're feeling warm and comfortable sleeping in this room. Oh, look at your little hands, they've got a lot of chilblains. Let me take good care of you."

Li Niang's expression finally changed. She smiled and spoke as gently and sweetly as ever.

"It's worth it for me to work harder for this family. You're so kind, uncle."

Uncle Wang didn’t know what gentleness, kindness and loving care meant. He only knew that the fire in his heart suddenly rose.

Looking at his niece's wife's little face, although she was thinner, she was much better than his ugly and fierce wife! He couldn't bring himself to talk to that wife every night!

Uncle Wang hugged her hurriedly, and was about to press his pig-head face as big as a pancake to kiss her little mouth.