He walked to the front, pointed to the pig's feet and pig's head, and then brought over twenty catties of fatty meat and twenty catties of lean meat.

Su Jiaoniang's family was considered the wealthiest in the village when it bought the most meat.

Zhang Sanzhu was surprised: "Can you finish it?"

"What we can finish can be made into smoked meat." Su Jiaoniang saw that Zhang Sanzhu was efficient and his eyes showed no resentment or unfulfilled desire.

A relaxed smile appeared on her face.

Finally, Zhang Sanzhu found the right person in his life.

She was just a passing scene on the journey of life, a landscape that would never last.

She was satisfied with her actions, as she hadn't delayed anyone or caused any psychological trauma to the young people.

We bought nearly 40 kilograms of pork. Luckily, Su Jiaoniang is strong; someone weaker probably wouldn't have been able to lift it.

Back home, she handed the pig's trotters and meat to Ms. Xie.

The Xie family immediately hung the meat in an empty, cool room to freeze.

In the cold winter, frozen pork doesn't need ice; it can be hung directly from the roof beam.

Even if stray cats and dogs jump into the house, they won't be able to steal the meat.

Su Jiaoniang had just rested for a while when Deng Shi walked in from outside.

Her belly was slightly protruding, and she was carrying a basket in her hand.

The basket was full of eggs, and Su Jiaoniang handed over the eggs in her hand.

"Sister, it's New Year's, I've brought you some eggs." Deng's voice softened, no longer that of the sharp-tongued woman she had first met.

Su Jiaoniang didn't refuse; she simply accepted it.

"Where is my father? I want to say a few words to him!" Deng's face showed some hesitation.

Su Jiaoniang pointed to the room facing the sun.

Deng went inside, and when she came out again, her eyes were red.

Something seemed to have happened. Su Jiaoniang was a little worried. Pregnant women shouldn't cry. What could have happened to her?