"Take it inside first, I'll cook two more dishes and then we'll eat, it'll be quick!"
Gan Mingyi didn't move, staring blankly at what was in the basin. There it was, a large basin of square chunks of meat. Unlike the usual pale chunks of meat, these chunks were oily and shiny, and smelled delicious.
Just one whiff of it and my mouth felt like it was overflowing with saliva!
"This is made of pork?" Gan Mingyi exclaimed in surprise, and said impatiently, "Let me try a piece first and see how salty it is!"
Hearing this from inside, Mrs. Sun was afraid her husband would eat before she could finish, so she rushed out without even putting on her shoes and anxiously scolded:
"What are you eating? You're just starving! The whole family is waiting. Your parents and children haven't eaten yet, and you're the one starting to eat first? What kind of behavior is that?"
Although Gan Mingyi was unhappy about being scolded in public, his wife actually said something sensible this time, which made him a little embarrassed. He obediently took the pot of braised pork, turned around and went to the main room to place it on the dining table.
Seeing this, Madam Sun breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little worried that the greedy boy would steal some food. So she followed him to the main room, determined to keep watch and prevent anyone from stealing the food.
She doesn't want to be a widow yet.
However, her worries were unnecessary, because Gan Mingyi had no chance to steal any more meat. The entire Gan family was attracted by the aroma and gathered in the main room, looking at the pot of meat like it was a treasure, praising Gan Li incessantly.
"Is this really made of pork? How come I can't smell it at all?" Grandma Gan asked in surprise.
Gan Mingyi, who had just been questioning, now puffed out his chest and said with a proud look:
"Mother, don't you know who my little sister is? She can even remove the fishy smell from milk, let alone pork?"
Gan Mingli chimed in, "That's right, my little sister is incredibly bright. All the brains in our family combined can't compare to hers!"
Old Gan didn't speak; he was still staring at the meat, studying it, but the astonishment on his face betrayed his inner thoughts, clearly indicating that he agreed with his two sons' words.
Watching from the side, Mrs. Sun felt a pang of jealousy.
She curled her lip and thought fiercely: Laugh, laugh! Wait till you find out the meat was spiked, then let's see if you'll still be laughing!
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