"Li Zhiqing, I know people are biased, but you are too biased. You boiled all the mutton for Yang Zhiqing to eat. Do you think I, a guest, should drink the soup?"

Yang Lie hadn't eaten mutton for a long time, but there was nothing he could do. The supply was in short supply, and even though he was a public official, he couldn't eat much.

Yang Zhaozhao held up her chopsticks and watched as two grown men almost started fighting over a few slices of mutton, while the mutton in her bowl was almost popping out.

Even Xiao Cui’s bowl doesn’t have as much as hers.

Li Yiling is indeed quite partial. How does he know that I like to eat lamb rolls?

"Why do you, a grown man, eat so much meat? Eat vegetables." In the end, Li Yiling's chopsticks won and he pushed the vegetables in front of Yang Lie.

Yang Lie was so angry that he scooped up the round meatballs with a spoon: "What is this? It doesn't look like tofu."

"Beef balls, be careful, there is soup inside, it will burst..."

"Hiss!" Before Yang Zhaozhao could finish her words, Yang Lie took a bite and slurped the soup. His mouth was almost blistered, but he was reluctant to spit it out and just swallowed it whole.

It felt like swallowing a piece of charcoal, going down my throat and into my stomach.

Yang Lie: “…”

Yang Zhaozhao looked at the scalded Yang Lie and couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Cui looked disgusted and said: "Uncle, you are stupid. If you put it in the bowl to cool down before eating, it won't burn your mouth!"

Yang Lie agreed very much, and then he scooped a bowl of beef balls into the bowl and ate them one by one. He also stared at Li Yiling from time to time, afraid that Li Yiling would snatch the food from his mouth.

The not-so-childish Li Yiling gave him a look of contempt and picked up a piece of chicken wing for Yang Zhaozhao. The chicken wing was just boiled and was almost bloody, so it was ready to eat.

The chicken is crispy and tender, but if you blanch it for a little longer it will become dry and the taste will be much worse.

Everyone ate to their heart's content. Yang Zhaozhao added quite a few meatballs, which made Yang Lie's forehead sweat. He had never eaten like this before during the Chinese New Year.

The spicy taste made Yang Lie want to eat more.

The Xue family at the back of the house, with the doors and windows closed, could still smell the tempting aroma wafting over, which was really overwhelming.

Xue Mei: "Dad, I'm hungry!"

Xue Tao: "Dad, I'm hungry too!"

Xue Li: "Dad, I want to be Xiao Cui's child. They have delicious food every day. I want to eat it too."

Xue's stomach was rumbling, so he poured each of them a cup of warm water and added a few grains of white sugar: "Come on, drink the white sugar water and you won't be hungry when you go to sleep."

The three of them took a sip each and said in unison: "Dad, why isn't it sweet?"

Xue Da: “…”

Ahhh, this life is really unbearable!

Yang Zhaozhao and his friends, after eating and drinking, started to clean up.

Yang Lie saw that it was getting late and was about to leave, but he kept staring at Yang Zhaozhao, which made Yang Zhaozhao think that he had feelings for her.

Yang Lie reminded him, "Smoke."

Yang Zhaozhao: "Oh, I forgot. Wait for me, I'll get it for you right away."

He walked around the toilet for a while, then came over with two packs of cigarettes under his arm: "Just two, no more."

Yang Lie's eyes lit up: "Two are enough. I'll need more next time when they're available."

"After the 15th!" Yang Zhaozhao already had it in her hand, and she couldn't just take it out so easily, she had to pretend it was very valuable.

"Hey, I'll come see you on the 15th." Yang Lie wrapped a cigarette in his coat and said, "There will be a crackdown in a few days, so don't run around. If you don't have time, stay at home and read more books."

Yang Zhaozhao nodded in acceptance, knowing that he was reminding her to stay away.

As he didn't have that much money on him at once, Yang Lie wrote a note to Yang Zhaozhao, saying that he would pay off the money within three days. Yang Zhaozhao accepted the note.

"Thank you for treating me tonight. Next time you want to eat hotpot, remember to call me and I'll pay for the food." Life is not easy for everyone these days and people are simple and honest. Even when you go to someone's house for dinner, you have to bring rice and noodles.

Yang Zhaozhao saw five dollars under her math book.

A hotpot meal costs five yuan, Yang Lie is losing money, he could buy five kilograms of pork with that money!

However, you can't have such a sumptuous hot pot here for five dollars. Apart from other things, even lamb and beef are rare.

Especially beef, which is slaughtered only because it either dies of disease or is injured and can no longer be kept alive.

Who would be willing to kill the beef at that time?

Cows are used to plow the fields, drive carts and transport goods.

On the third day, Yang Lie really came to give money and brought some chestnuts. They were eating dumplings, and Yang Lie was not polite. He picked up the bowl and ate twenty dumplings, drank a bowl of dumpling soup with green onions, and almost crossed his legs.

"Your family is really generous with its food. These dumplings are all filled with meat. Your farm must have distributed a lot of meat, right?" Yang Lie's occupational disease came back and he began to interrogate.

Yang Zhaozhao ate the frozen pear and nodded: "It's not too much meat, just enough to eat."

No way!

The meat in Yang Zhaozhao’s material space was so abundant.

If it weren't for the recent crackdown, she would have gone out to sell meat to improve the food for the people of Fengcheng so that they wouldn't have to go without pork at the end of the year.

Knowing that Yang Zhaozhao was being modest, he ate a dumpling in two bites, and when he was full, he left two yuan and said he had some official business to attend to, and went back to the office, and reminded him, "The weather has been nice lately, you guys can go out for a walk if you don't have time."

Yang Zhaozhao smiled: "Tuo!"

Yang Zhaozhao put the hundred yuan into the space and discussed with Li Yiling: "How about we go sell some pork?"

"Tsu, where do you think we should sell it?" Li Yiling made a cup of Pu'er tea for Yang Zhaozhao, and when she was thinking about which black market to go to, he dropped a drop of dew into it.

The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves wafted into his nose. Li Yiling was very satisfied and handed it to Yang Zhaozhao: "It's still a little hot, be careful!"

Yang Zhaozhao blew on it, took a sip, and squinted his eyes in pleasure. After drinking this cup of tea, he felt much more relaxed and happy, and finishing a few papers was not difficult at all.

The next day, Li Yiling said that a book he had found might have arrived, so he went to the bookstore to check it out, and asked Yang Zhaozhao to wait for him to come back before going out together.

Yang Zhaozhao didn't wait, thinking that it would be useless to go out alone, so he contacted Wang Xiaowei: "I have a batch of pork, you can find a place to set up a temporary black market, and close the stall after selling out."

"How many are in a batch?" Wang Xiaowei asked curiously.

Yang Zhaozhao made a one.

"One hundred pounds?"

“It’s too small.”

"One...one thousand?" He took a breath as he said this. That used to be five big fat pigs.

"It's ten thousand." Yang Zhaozhao wanted to take it out to test the waters and see if he could sell it.

Wang Xiaowei almost fell to his knees: "This... is a bit too much. I have never seen so much pork in my life."

"You'll see it soon." Yang Zhaozhao either doesn't play, or he goes for a big one.

Wang Xiaowei admired her. He clenched his fist and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me. I'll arrange a place and spread the news. We'll sell it under Chang'an Bridge tomorrow morning. How do you think?"

"Okay." Yang Zhaozhao nodded. "This time the salary is ten yuan, and two kilograms of pork. Ask your little brother to come along."

"嗽!" Not to mention ten dollars, they would be willing to pay even five dollars, as there are more than a dozen mouths at home waiting to eat!

Not to mention the temptation of two kilograms of pork.

After confirming the situation, Yang Zhaozhao prepared to go back. After riding his bicycle for a while, he noticed that there were two bicycles following him.

The vigilant Yang Zhaozhao hurried up, trying to get rid of them.

Who knew that not long after riding, they saw a bicycle parked at the intersection. The person on the bicycle squinted his eyes and stared at Yang Zhaozhao. The three of them approached step by step: "Yang Zhiqing, don't rush home in such a cold weather. We would like to invite you to have a cup of tea and chat."

Looking at the three people who came with ill intentions, Yang Zhaozhao gripped the handlebars tightly and said, "I have nothing to talk to you about. Get out of the way, or I'll yell."

The man who blocked the road took out a wooden cannon from his arms and gave Yang Zhaozhao a wicked smile: "Let's see who is louder, your scream or my wooden cannon."

Yang Zhaozhao: “…”

What the hell!!!