Soon, the aroma of meat filled the courtyard.
At first, Chen Xian planned to close the window, but later he realized that doing so would only make him choke and deceive himself.
Just let it rot.
I'm so hungry, I can't care about anything else.
At this time of year, people are short of oil and fat. Except for the Lunar New Year when guests come to the house, they can only get a few slices of meat. Otherwise, they have no chance to eat meat at all.
Even when visiting relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year, a plate of stir-fried meat is prepared. Although the host tries his best to encourage the guests not to be shy and to eat heartily, they cannot actually eat as much as they want.
People aren't wealthy. If the guests eat all the meat, they can't possibly buy more next time someone comes; where would they find that much money?
So guests would only eat one or two pieces as a token gesture, leaving most of the meat on the plate. When another guest arrived, some meat would be added to the plate, making it a new meat dish.
Unless a family has a professional hunter, they can only satisfy their cravings during the Lunar New Year.
The aroma of meat wafted into the neighbor's yard.
Tiger's mother was making chive noodles. Just as she was about to take a bite, she smelled the aroma, and her mouth watered.
He quipped, "The Chen family is clearly not planning on living a normal life anymore; it smells too good to be true."
The aroma made the noodles in front of me seem to have chunks of meat added.
Si Niu's little nose twitched as she approached the kitchen doorway, as if she were inhaling all the aromas into her nostrils.
"It smells so good."
It simmered for almost half an hour.
By this time, the white rice and buckwheat pancakes were basically cooked.
Wisps of white steam rose to the kitchen ceiling, instantly turning the small space into a misty, ethereal atmosphere.
The lid of the pot made of sorghum stalks was lifted.
The dark amber-colored chunks of meat were presented to everyone.
The meat flakes were bubbling and churning in the pot with a thick broth.
The Chen family members all swallowed hard, gulping down their saliva.
A bowl of rice was served to each person in ascending order of age.
When it was Su Liniang's turn, she waved her hand and said, "Isn't there buckwheat pancake? I'll eat that."
Chen Xian said calmly, "No rush, eat this first."
He couldn't go against Chen Xian's wishes.
Dazhu chuckled and said the same thing, "Dad, I don't care what I eat, buckwheat pancakes are fine with me, you guys can eat the rest."
Cuihua whispered, "Yes, Dad, white rice is so precious, it's such a waste to give it to us."
Chen Xian was tired and frowned.
Erzhu laughed and said, "Brother, sister-in-law, didn't Dad say that we should eat a little something first, and then we'll all eat buckwheat pancakes together later? What you're doing is not only depriving yourself, but also making everyone uncomfortable and feeling guilty. There's plenty left at home, so why be so hard on yourself?"
Si Niu nodded repeatedly, "That's it. In the past, my eldest brother would always give us the best food and eat dry cornbread by himself. He wouldn't even eat wild vegetables. I always felt uneasy about it, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong. Second brother's choice of words is so accurate."
Dazhu's eyes were slightly red. He exchanged a glance with Cuihua and said in a low voice, "Father is so good. Life is getting better and better."
Chen Xian nodded without saying a word; the second brother's words were truly insightful.
Cuihua felt that the grievances she had suffered since marrying into the family were nothing, because someone could understand her.
Especially my brother-in-law and father.
Chen Xian then proceeded to give each person three to five pieces of braised pork, which he poured over the white, glistening rice.
The thick broth instantly soaked into the rice grains, and the savory meat sauce dripped down the rim of the bowl. Si Niu quickly licked it with her tongue.
Her small eyes widened instantly, "It smells so good!"
Then Chen Xian filled a large yellow porcelain bowl with about half a bowl of meat and handed it to Chen Erzhu.
"Go and deliver it to your great-grandfather's house."
Chen Erzhu nodded. Over the past few years, his uncle had helped the family a lot.
"Dazhu, deliver this to the old village head's house."
Another small half bowl of braised pork.
If the old village head hadn't given me pen and ink, my writings might have had to be shelved.
Cuihua took a careful bite, and instantly the fresh, tender pork filled her mouth, causing her to salivate rapidly.
It just won't stop.
"Dad, what's the name of this dish?"
"Braised pork belly".
Chen Xian looked at his confused eldest daughter-in-law and smiled, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."
Cuihua nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes. Thank you, Dad. It's just that I learn things very slowly, so I might have to trouble you to teach me a few more times."
Chen Xian: "No problem. Anyway, if our family's stall business is pretty good, we might eat this every day. We might even get tired of it. No dish can withstand being made every day. I'll get the hang of it quickly."
The Chen family was stunned by the huge pie in the sky and immersed in wonderful anticipation.
Is it really possible to eat meat every day like this?
Slurp, San Niu's saliva gushed out.
Erzhu picked up the bowl and ran quickly to Uncle Chen's house.
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