The table is full of dishes, steaming.

There was not much milk left from the half bucket of milk squeezed out in the afternoon, just enough for the three old men to have a taste, and Wang Yanmei gave some to the two little ones to drink.

Grandpa shared his catch from fishing today with a happy face, "Old Huo and Old Dong were amazing today. They caught three or four big silver carps weighing three or four kilograms in that reservoir."

Xu Qingzhi asked: "Grandpa, what about you?"

"I didn't catch anything. I had a big fish on the hook, but it got unhooked when I pulled it over." The old man patted his thigh, with a bit of regret on his face. "But I did catch a lot of small fish. I can fry some for you tomorrow."

Xu Qingzhi nodded and said, "Anyway, small fish are delicious, big fish are delicious too."

With the comfort of his beloved granddaughter, the old man felt much more at ease.

Otherwise, I would probably keep thinking about the scene of the big fish getting off the hook while lying in bed before going to sleep tonight.

It's a pity that I should have restrained myself a little at that time. It was still too hasty.

"Meow~"

After the big cat licked the milk in the food bowl, it came over and rubbed Wang Yanmei's legs.

Wang Yanmei was picking up food with chopsticks in one hand and touching the big cat's head with the other hand, thinking that it was craving for chicken legs.

"Yuanbao, we have run out of chicken legs today. I will chop you a bigger one another day."

When the crow heard about the chicken leg, it flew over and didn't rush to drink the remaining milk.

"Haha~" I also want a big chicken leg.

Wang Yanmei said with a look of disdain: "Qingzhi, please take care of this bird. It keeps flying around. How are you going to eat if its feathers fall into the vegetables?"

The crow grumbled sadly.

Xu Fuqiang held the crow in his hand with a curious look on his face. "Hey, what can a little bird understand? What do you think it is doing? Good boy, I'll give you a big chicken drumstick tomorrow."

The big cat wanted to drink the milk, and when he saw the crow flying over, there was still several mouthfuls of milk left in the food bowl. He quickly jumped back to the food bowl and licked the milk happily.

The crow flew over again and slapped the big cat.

"Haha~" You dare to steal my milk, you will die!

"Meow~" I thought you didn't want to drink anymore.

"Ga~" How could this crow not drink such delicious milk! Wang Yanmei felt sorry for the big cat, "This bird is being overbearing at home every day."

"Mom, don't worry about them, they're fine. They made a big fuss when they were fighting over food, but after a while the two little guys made up." Xu Qingzhi said.

Dong Ming looked at the milk in his hand, then at the milk in the pet's food bowl, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should drink it or not.

Is this sure that humans can drink it?

A rich milky aroma invaded his breath. Dong Ming took a sip boldly, and his tired eyes lit up.

"This milk tastes so good!"

Wang Yanmei smiled and said, "It was freshly squeezed this afternoon. Everyone who has had it says it tastes good."

Mr. Huo also tasted it.

"It tastes good! The milk flavor is much stronger than the fresh milk I've had elsewhere before, and the sweet taste is very special."

Grandpa was still thinking about the fish, but when he saw everyone saying that the milk was delicious, he tried it too.

"This milk tastes really good."

Meicheng is not a pastoral area, and very few people raise dairy cows.

In the past, there was no boxed milk to drink. Even now that life is better, Xu Dongru rarely buys milk to drink. Most of the time, people come to visit him and give him eight-treasure porridge or herbal tea.

This was the first time Xu Dongru had ever drunk such fragrant and delicious fresh milk.

Compared to Xu Dongru, Dong Ming and Mr. Huo had certainly drunk fresh milk before. But this was the first time they had tasted such delicious fresh milk.

When Dong Ming thought about returning to Kyoto and having such delicious food and fresh milk, he became more and more determined to live here after he retires.

Mr. Huo was drinking milk and was in a good mood to tease, "Feng Yan is not having a good time."

Wang Yanmei smiled and said, "Later, we can use fresh food express to send some fresh milk to Xiao Huo. Oh, and also to Shanshan."

Although the two Wen brothers and sisters left the village, they would send messages to Wang Yanmei from time to time.

Wang Yanmei was also thinking about Wen Shanshan. After all, she was the most supportive one at the meal so far.

I still remember vividly the petite girl who could eat four or five bowls of rice in one meal.

After dinner.

Xu Qingzhi sent messages to several friends in Kyoto, saying that he had fresh milk at home and asked if they wanted some.

Wen Shanshan replied the fastest, saying, "Yes!"

Weiwei was probably busy. After Xu Qingzhi went back to his room to wash up, he came out and received a reply from Weiwei saying that she had just got off the plane and would return to Kyoto in a few days.

Xu Qingzhi wrote down the date and would send it to her by express delivery when she returned to Kyoto.

After replying to the message, a video call came in the next second. It was Huo Ying.

"Qingzhi, I heard from grandpa that milk is delicious. I am almost dying of craving for it. I don't care. I want milk too!"

Xu Qingzhi chuckled: "Well, I will send it to you."

Huo Ying pursed her lips and said coquettishly: "You asked Shanshan if she wanted milk, but you didn't ask me."

"I thought about sending it to the Huo family so that you could drink it, so I didn't ask." Xu Qingzhi explained first, softened his voice, and said in a coaxing tone: "I will definitely ask you next time."

Huo Ying's mouth curved up instantly, "I told you, Qing Zhi was so good to me, how could she forget me."

(End of this chapter)