"Don't worry, Brother Qing," Huang Hai patted his chest and assured him, "I'm not the kind of heartless person, I would never forget kindness."
“That’s right,” someone in the crowd immediately chimed in, “I’ll work harder this afternoon, and I definitely won’t let down the meat in my belly.”
"Stop joking around," Huang Qing laughed at this. "You don't need to put in too much effort, just complete the plan."
The aroma of meat gradually filled the air and then wafted from next door.
Ji Quan, with his sharp eyes, widened his eyes after seeing what the people from Huangjiakou were holding.
"Goodness, steamed buns, dumplings, and chicken," Ji Quan said, drool dripping from his mouth. "What kind of fortune did Huangjiakou make that they have such good food while serving in the military?"
"What are you talking about? What's wrong with Huangjiakou?"
Ji Quan didn't turn around, swallowing hard and staring intently at Huang Qing's bowl.
“Look over there,” he pointed ahead, “can you smell it? Chicken, and white flour buns and dumplings, for everyone.”
"My goodness, real white flour steamed buns!" the speaker exclaimed excitedly. "There's even meat in them! The people of Huangjiakou are eating so well!"
After saying that, he took a big bite of his steamed bun, smacked his lips, and pretended that he was eating a chicken leg.
His words startled everyone in Jijia Village, who all looked towards Huangjiakou.
Immediately, their eyes gleamed with envy.
"Damn it, how come they eat so well?"
"I also want to eat it. I only ate two slices of meat during the Chinese New Year. I haven't tasted meat for two months."
“I haven’t eaten it for almost half a year. My wife is pregnant, and all the meat we had during the Lunar New Year ended up in her mouth.”
The more they talked, the more sour the people of Jijiacun became, and the fiercer their gazes became towards the people of Huangjiakou.
The people who were eating suddenly felt a chill run through their bodies.
Huang Hai: "Brother Qing, it's so cold. I suspect someone is trying to steal our meat."
"No doubt about it," Huang Qing pointed in the direction of the Ji family, "Look over there, do you see anything?"
Huang Hai focused his mind and saw a group of people glowing green approaching step by step. "Damn, these bastards really want to steal our meat. No way, I have to eat right away."
After saying that, his eating speed suddenly increased. He finished a steamed bun in a few bites and buried his head in the bowl to eat the vegetables.
Seeing this, everyone followed suit.
"It's all those bastards' fault," Huang Hai said angrily. "I haven't eaten meat in a long time, and I can't even taste it a little longer."
"Alright," Huang Qing said, his face also looking grim, "it's better to just keep it in your stomach."
He was really afraid that the group of people would recklessly try to rob him.
It's not that we can't win, but we're afraid of complications.
“He actually swallowed it whole, what a waste of meat,” Ji Quan said regretfully, looking at Huang Qing’s empty bowl.
Such a delicious flavor should be savored slowly, slurped into the mouth bit by bit, and only swallowed if absolutely necessary.
Eating so fast, the chicken was gone before it even tasted properly, what a waste of such delicious chicken.
How could there be such outrageous people? Why didn't God send down lightning to strike them dead?
“Exactly,” the person behind him said with a lingering sense of satisfaction, “I haven’t finished my mixed grain steamed buns yet. I can’t smell any meat. I can’t even fool myself by pretending I’m eating a chicken leg.”
"You're hopeless," Ji Quan sneered. "Even if there's no meat, there's still soup. With such a big earthenware pot, there must still be soup left."
"How about we go take a look?" someone tentatively suggested.
"This isn't right. Huang Qing treats us like we're thieves; he won't even let us drink the soup if there's any."
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