Once the pork stew is ready, everyone's mouth will water.
While Zhuang Zhimeng was serving food, she took the opportunity to take out two lunchboxes and serve a portion to Xiazi and Mengge'er as well.
"I'll bring it to the shop tomorrow; they'll definitely be craving pork stew."
An Qingbai laughed.
"Just a couple of days ago, Mengmeng said she wanted to eat pork stew."
"Perfect timing, let's eat now."
The steaming hot pork stew warmed my heart as I ate it.
Zhuang Xingzhou clinked glasses with his in-laws and their younger brother.
"This pork smells really good, it's especially delicious."
"Eat more if you like it. We made a lot of pork stew, so it tastes best when it's hot."
Shi Shizhao was very pleased.
"Then I'm relieved. My in-laws will definitely eat a lot."
Zhuang Xingzhou nodded with a smile.
"Okay, I'll eat two big bowls."
The little ones ate quite a bit too.
The small enamel mug was filled to the brim.
The two dogs smelled the food and kept pestering their owner for it.
Zhuang Zhimeng gave each dog a spoonful of soup, a few pieces of meat, and mixed them with leftover rice to feed them.
An Qingsong saw and picked up the two big dogs from the distillery.
"Big Black and Little Black eat so much every day. They won't eat if they're not given meat. They want to eat meat every day."
An Qingbai smiled.
"As long as they can hold their ground, that's fine."
"Yeah, ever since we got these two big dogs, nobody dares to come over."
Shi Meiling suddenly asked.
"Has An Fugui's verdict been handed down yet?"
An Qingsong first looked at their father.
An Tanxiao waved his hand.
"Say whatever you want, I've already let it go."
An Qingsong then began to recount his story.
An Fugui was originally sentenced to ten years.
He even went so far as to defect to the enemy; now he's been sentenced to life imprisonment.
"Why did he defect to the enemy?"
"Wasn't his son a gambler before?"
He secretly sold military information on the black market and made a large sum of money, which allowed him to ransom his son.
We recently arrested a black market boss, and he gave them all away.
Zhuang Zhimeng and An Qingbai exchanged a glance.
An Qingbai asked casually.
"What's the name of the black market boss you arrested?"
An Qingsong thought for a moment.
"It seems to be called something like Dao."
An Qinghua spoke.
"White Path".
The couple were relieved to learn that the person was not a hater.
An Tanxiao pursed his lips.
"He's a black market boss, yet he claims to be from the legitimate world. How dare he?"
An Qingsong continued speaking.
"An Fugui's family members have now been settled by Uncle Baogen at the old site of our village."
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