"Why is it called Lion's Head? Lions are obviously wild animals, and they don't look like this big meatball?"

[Because the lion's head is round and has a bunch of hair on top, the dish is made by piling fat and lean meat into balls. It looks very much like a lion's head, so people named it lion's head. Some places also call it four-happiness meatballs. ]

"If you say the big meatball looks like a lion's head, I think it looks more like a tiger's head, so why not call it a tiger's head?"

Su Sinan finally swallowed the meatball.

"Calling it Four Happiness Meatballs is even more boring. It's better to just call it Big Meatballs, so people can tell at a glance that there's a lot of meat in it. Or call it Big Fat Meatballs, so people like me who like to eat fat will like it. Then make one with more lean meat and call it Small Lean Meatballs, so people who like to eat lean meat will eat it. Isn't it easier to tell what the dish is than Four Happiness Meatballs and Lion's Head?"

Okay, I'm superficial.

Sumibao really wanted to roll his eyes at him.

[You can call it whatever you like. It's up to you.]

They ate their fill in the car.

Su Mibao thought about his mother and sister-in-law who were walking outside the cart, and wanted to give them something hot to eat. It would have been impossible in the past, because the women and children were tied together. Now it's better, they are all untied, and everyone is gathered around the two sides of the donkey cart, holding on to the edge of the cart shed. So people slipped every step, and many people fell into the mud. The Su family was relatively clean.

Give them this to drink.

Sumibao bought many cups of hot milk directly from the space, all in plastic cups, which were hot and convenient. They came with straws.

It was raining very heavily outside, and there were two people in front and behind, so I couldn't see clearly.

Su Mibao took out the hot milk, and Su Sinan and Su An were more clever. They lifted the car curtain and handed cups to the Su family members one by one. The Su family members all wore bamboo hats and straw raincoats, and others could not see clearly what they were drinking.

The rain was heavy and my clothes were wet, making me feel very cold.

The Su family added plastic cloaks inside their raincoats, so the clothes inside did not get wet. In addition, everyone was wearing the thick clothes that Gu Yueyan bought from the supermarket last time.

After drinking a cup of hot milk, everyone felt warm all over.

The meat is too fragrant, it’s not suitable to be served to outsiders at this time.

Su Mibao directly took out a few hot big steamed buns, which were fluffy and soft, with chopped green onions inside. They tasted fragrant and soft.

In addition to the big flower rolls, Sumibao thought for a while and took out a few sugar buns. They were soft and sweet, but tasted tasteless.

Gu Yueyan stuffed a soft and hot sugar bun into Huashan's palm. When she took a bite, it was full of sugar water.

She was shocked. It was raining so hard and the weather was so cold. There were hot buns in the donkey cart, and they were filled with sugar. When she and her young lady were in the Gu Mansion, they had also steamed buns with sugar. They were all for the masters of the main courtyard. Not to mention that she, a servant, was not qualified to eat them. Even her young lady and Young Master Feng could not eat them. Sugar was such a precious thing, and there was a lot of sugar in the buns.

Huashan really wanted to stuff the sugar bun into her clothes and leave it for the young lady to eat when she was hungry. As a servant, she was lucky enough to have a piece of black food to eat and a bowl of wild vegetable soup to drink while on the road of exile.

Gu Yueyan naturally knew her best. When she handed her the sugar bun, she gave her a look. Huashan knew that the young lady wanted her to eat it quickly, so as not to let anyone find out and bring disaster to the Su family.

Think about it, being able to eat hot buns at this time must be the young lady's magical power. If these hundreds of exiled prisoners were discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Unexpectedly, not only the young lady, but even these servants fell into the blessed nest.

It would be nice if Qiu Leng and Young Master Feng were there too. I wonder how they are doing in Yangcheng now? Are they suffering? Will the people sent by the master find them?

"It's just a gap of meat, a mouthful of fat."

Su Chengyi had a shackle on his hands, making it inconvenient for him to eat and drink, so Song Jinhe always walked beside him and fed him food as they walked.

Fortunately, Su Chengyi had a big mouth and could stuff half of the steamed bun in one bite.

After eating the steamed buns, he wanted to eat meat buns and even more fatty meat.

A head and a chubby little hand suddenly popped out of the car and grabbed Su Chengyi's clothes.

Su Chengyi turned his head and saw his eldest son Su Sinan with a greasy grin, "Shh, Dad, don't talk. Come closer."

The father and son exchanged glances, and Su Chengyi immediately understood what he meant and walked closer to the carport. If it weren't for the wooden yoke blocking the way, he would have pressed his fat face against the carport.

The fat boy grabbed a piece of braised pork in his hand and stuffed it into Su Chengyi's mouth.

Su Chengyi quickly closed his mouth, and a fragrant, soft and greasy thing burst into his mouth. The taste made Su Chengyi's eyes well up with tears. It was meat, big fat meat. He was a meat lover, and he felt weak if he didn't eat fat meat for two days.

Song Jinhe naturally knew her husband's nature as a foodie best, so she had no choice but to use her body to block Su Chengyi.

Steward Su and Su San also automatically stood outside, allowing Su Chengyi to walk at the innermost part of the donkey cart. In addition, it was raining heavily, so it would be difficult for others to find him.

After feeding him seven or eight pieces, Song Jinhe kicked Su Chengyi on the butt. After all, meat has a smell, especially when they are cold, hungry and tired. Although the Su family was very careful, someone from the Wang family who was closer to them still smelled the smell of braised pork.

In the Wang family carriage, Wang Mengjing, who had recovered his spirit, sniffed and said, "I seem to smell meat."

"I smelled it, too."

Four-year-old Wang Zhaoxi snuggled tenderly in his mother's arms and sniffed.

"You two are dogs. Where is the meat here? It smells like shit."

Wang Yanyu, who had been nestling in her mother Wang Furen's arms, felt uncomfortable all over. She was in a bad mood and didn't like anything she saw, especially when several children were packed into the carriage. She felt even more annoyed.

"My aunt is right. You two are born in the year of the dog. It's raining so hard outside, and there's a smell of sweat and stench everywhere. How can there be a smell of meat? If you want to talk about meat, someone must have died outside. What you smell is not--"

As the legitimate son of the second wife, the nine-year-old Wang Mengqi has always looked down on the illegitimate Wang Mengjing. What's more, Wang Mengjing is prettier than him, learns things faster than him, and is deeply loved by his grandfather. He is always superior to him, which makes Wang Mengjing very annoying. His younger sister, Wang Zhaoxi, is beautiful and cute. Not only does her parents like her, but for some reason, her grandfather also likes her very much.

Mingming's younger sister and Wang Mengjing, one is a money-loser who is going to get married, and the other is a lowly bastard. But they are more likable than him.