Song Yun rubs salt on the cured chicken and cured rabbit, which makes them very flavorful. The steamed chicken is chewy, salty and fragrant, and it is delicious when dipped in sesame oil and garlic.
The overbearing aroma of meat quickly filled the entire living area, and the greedy children in the house had already started to make a fuss, clamoring for meat.
But normal people have some dignity and would not let their children beg for meat no matter how greedy they are.
Of course, there are exceptions.
"Mom, I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat! I don't care, I don't care, I want to eat meat." Jinbao started to throw a tantrum.
Yao Cuixiang thought of the old man's warning look and immediately persuaded him, "Jinbao, Mom will buy meat tomorrow and we will eat it tomorrow."
Jinbao shook his head frantically, "The meat you cook is not tasty, I want to eat this meat." He stood in the yard and pointed in the direction of the house next door.
Yao Cuixiang squatted down and threatened Jinbao, "This is the butcher of the old house. He's a doctor and can prick disobedient children with needles."
Jinbao flinched, but his greed immediately overcame his rationality. "I don't care. I want to eat meat. Even if he pricks me, I'll still eat meat."
Yao Cuixiang was at her wit's end.
At this moment, another aroma wafted over, like the smell of chicken stewed with mushrooms. She swallowed her saliva wildly, cursing, "Meat and chicken, they live a more comfortable life than the wealthy. Could this girl be the daughter of some wealthy family?"
Jinbao asked: "What is a capitalist?"
Yao Cuixiang curled her lips and said, "The capitalists are bad elements. We the people must overthrow these bad elements."
Jin Bao's eyes rolled around, and he ran to the kitchen to get a large bowl. He ignored Yao Cuixiang who called him, turned around and ran to the next door.
In order to make it easier for Qi Mo Nan and Wang Hai Yang to come over, the old man did not lock the gate today. Jin Bao pushed the door open easily and went straight to the kitchen without saying a word.
In the kitchen, the old man was lighting the fire, Song Yun was shoveling the cooked chestnut-cured rabbit out of the pot, and on another small stove was a casserole in which chicken was stewing.
The kitchen was filled with smoke, but the aroma was intoxicating.
Jinbao walked to the stove with the bowl in his hand, placed it on the stove, and said with his waist clenched, "Fill it up quickly, or I'll report you."
Song Yun pushed the large soup bowl filled with braised rabbit further away to prevent it from splashing into the boy's saliva and making him feel disgusted.
"Who do you want to report?" Song Yun asked.
Jin Bao, who was dirty, short, and fat, pointed his finger at Song Yun and said, "It's you. You're a capitalist, a bad element. If you don't give me more meat to eat, I'll report you."
Song Yun's face turned cold. "Who told you I'm a capitalist?"
Although Song Yun spoke with a blank expression earlier, she was not fierce.
Now she frowned and her voice turned cold, looking a little fierce. Jin Bao subconsciously took a step back, but in order to eat the meat, he still raised his neck and shouted, "My mother said that you are a capitalist and a bad element."
The old man was so angry that his fists hardened. He threw away the fire poker, walked up to Jinbao, grabbed his ears and dragged him out of the kitchen without caring how he cried or made a fuss.
At this time, Yao Cuixiang also ran over. She was not afraid that her son would suffer, after all, the old man was not someone to be trifled with. However, when she arrived, she saw her precious son being grabbed by the ears by the old man.
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