Lu Futu stared at her, paused for a moment, then lowered his head and began to eat the meat with his chopsticks.

I've never tasted such delicious pork head meat before. The feeling of swallowing it along with my tongue is addictive and fills me with happiness.

Looking at the lotus root slices next to it, the lotus root slices are still white and crisp, but the taste is sour, spicy and refreshing. They look delicious. One bite makes you sweat, your scalp tingles and your tongue feels slightly numb, but you can't help but put them in your mouth one bite after another.

Duck feet are delicious!

The duck wings are delicious!

Now look at the duck's head!

Futu let out a burp!

I reached out and touched my stomach; I still wanted to eat, but my stomach was full.

With a maturity far beyond his years, Futu knew he should stop eating, but it was just too delicious. Everyone else was eating, especially Changsheng, who was eating duck feet in his left hand and pork ribs in his right, his mouth dripping with oil, showing no intention of stopping.

He glanced enviously at Changsheng's belly. Unbeknownst to him, Changsheng had gained a little more weight. It seemed that the future emperor of Qi was about to break the legend of a slender figure.

Then look at Xiaoya, the little girl's belly is round and plump, but she is still eating.

At this moment!

Su Jiaoniang looked at Xiaoya and said, "After you've eaten, go out and play. Go next door and see what Gouhua is doing, and chat with your friends."

After Su Jiaoniang finished speaking, her gaze fell on Futu.

Futu stood up on his own. He was full and no longer had the right to eat, so he left voluntarily.

He glanced at the little girl and said, "I'll go with you."

The little girl held the duck's feet, her eyes glazed over. She still wanted to eat, but she didn't really want to play with Gouhua.

"Brother, go find Gouhua, I'm not going." She said, continuing to slurp the duck feet in her mouth.

Fu Tu's pitying gaze fell on the back of the little girl's head. She was so simple-minded that she couldn't even understand the meaning behind her mother's words.

I clearly felt she was full and couldn't eat anymore, but the little girl was too shy to say it directly. Being a mother is really tiring!

He grabbed the little girl and said, "Dog Flower will be sad if she knows you're eating meat without sharing it with her. You need to bring some to share with your friend, right?"

The little girl nodded, picked up her small bowl, filled it with lots of her favorite meat, and ran outside with her little legs.

Futu followed!

Changsheng glanced at the meat in his hand, then at his friend, and silently lowered his head. Between his friend and the meat, he chose the meat.

He lowered his head and took a bite of the meat in his hand. A sharp gaze fell on him. Changsheng slowly raised his head and met Lu Wujiu's warning gaze. He swallowed and asked, "Uncle?"

Lu Wujiu didn't speak, only staring at him with a half-smile. His eyes were slightly upturned, but his expression was very cold.

Changsheng suddenly felt that the meat in his hand no longer tasted good. Every time his uncle showed such an expression, it meant that he had to make a choice. If he made the wrong choice, he would have to start a life of misery. The right choice was obvious. He got up and left.

Only Su Jiaoniang and Lu Wujiu remained in the dining room, eating meat face to face. The atmosphere, which was otherwise quite ordinary, suddenly became strange because of the absence of the children.

Su Jiaoniang stood up: "I'll go see Doctor Liu to see if these things suit my taste."

Lu Wujiu nodded.

Su Jiaoniang turned to leave, but got up too quickly, and her hair got caught in the gap of the chair. She felt a pain and stopped getting up.

She could only bend down to fix her hair, pulling strands out from the gaps. Seeing the few strands that had fallen out, Su Jiaoniang's eyes showed heartache.

People who lived in later generations adapted to a fast-paced life and were troubled by hair loss every day. Before she transmigrated, Su Jiao was a seasoned night owl. Every time she saw her hair falling out, she would feel sorry for her and do ginger therapy.

Before I knew it, I had carried over my habits from my past life.

Lu Wujiu watched with great interest the rich expressions on Su Jiaoniang's face.

Looking at his hair with such heartache and deep sorrow reminded him of the lonely and desolate concubines in the late emperor's harem, who would often feel heartache and sorrow because of hair loss or the appearance of a wrinkle on their face.

The person in front of me is at most twenty years old. His skin isn't great, but he has a good foundation, with no blemishes or wrinkles, and his features are striking and clear.

At first glance, he still looks youthful. Why does he show such an expression at this age?

Women are indeed difficult creatures to understand.

Lu Wujiu lowered his head. The pig's head meat was delicious, the duck feet were delicious... everything was quite delicious. He wondered what kind of experience would allow someone to study food so thoroughly.

Zhang the blacksmith's house.

Xiao Ya handed the bowl in her hand to Gouhua.

Gouhua is a good boy. There are seven or eight pieces of meat in the bowl. One piece goes to his father, one piece to his mother, and one piece goes to each of his older brothers.

Little Ya stared at the empty bowl, swallowed hard, and thought to herself that she was going to share it with Gouhua.

It's empty!

She turned to look at the pagoda!

Futu turned his back; he wasn't really keen on explaining. The meat was so delicious; you could smell the aroma from a distance. Who wouldn't want to take a bite?

Dog Flower is a sensible child; she won't hoard the delicious food for herself.

It's perfectly reasonable to share it with family.

Worried that the little girl would cry because there was no meat, he said, "I was thinking of adding some new dishes to my stall. Is there anything you want to eat today?"

"...I want to eat them all!" Little Ya pursed her lips, and familiar drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Lu Futu took a small handkerchief and wiped Xiaoya's face: "You're going to be a little boss lady, so you need to manage yourself well and not drool."

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