Jiang Qiaoqiao knew that there were many people and eyes in the compound.
So, before carrying the things into the courtyard, she put them in two more layers of snakeskin bags.
Even so, she still attracted attention when she entered the compound.
"Mr. Huo, you took a burlap sack out this morning, and now you're bringing back such a big burlap sack. What exactly did you take?"
Jiang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "It's nothing, just some cardboard and other scraps I picked up."
"So the same scrap you took out this morning?" someone asked curiously.
"Yes, I took it to the recycling center to sell this morning!"
As soon as Jiang Qiaoqiao finished speaking with a smile, the people chatting under the banyan tree exchanged glances.
There was a hint of disdain in his eyes.
These days, those who can live in family compounds all have secure jobs. Who would do something as shameful as picking up and selling garbage?
Jiang Qiaoqiao married a top-level fitter in the factory, who was also the factory director's daughter-in-law!
They are a disgrace to the Huo family.
Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't care what these people thought.
She carried the meat home.
She first cleaned the pig's tail, trotters, and offal, then prepared the braising liquid and put the pig's tail and offal into the pot to braise.
Then the lean meat was taken out and processed to make pork jerky.
The family used coal briquettes for cooking, and Jiang Qiaoqiao was afraid of getting poisoned, so she didn't dare close the doors and windows when cooking these things.
Soon, the aroma of braised meat wafted out.
Although the families in the residential compound were considered to be living well by the standards of the county, they could only afford to eat meat once a month at most.
Some families with many children may only eat meat once every two or three months, or even once every six months.
The aroma of meat instantly whetted the appetites of everyone in the residential compound.
For those living far from Jiang Qiaoqiao's house, it wasn't so bad; they could smell the aroma, swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, and just bear with it.
But Aunt Zhao's house was right next to Jiang Qiaoqiao's house, and the fragrance was like a magical attack, penetrating into Aunt Zhao's nose everywhere.
Aunt Zhao was originally resting in bed.
I can't lie still anymore.
She rolled her eyes and scrambled to her feet.
He grabbed a large bowl, and with a weasel-like grin on his face, he poked his head into Jiang Qiaoqiao's house.
"Mr. Huo, are you cooking meat? Oh dear, when I went to see the doctor a couple of days ago, he said I'm a bit weak and need to eat more meat to nourish myself. I see you've cooked quite a lot of meat today, could you share some with your aunt? When my family buys meat, your aunt will pay you back."
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