If his prospective daughter-in-law weren't sitting there, he would definitely have found a whip to give this unfilial son a good beating.
I taught you about filial piety and parental love, so how are you going to repay me?
After a long and tiring journey, without even a full night's sleep, you're already trying to trick me into working like a slave for you.
That's wishful thinking.
He said irritably, "Let me calm down first."
After finishing his meal, he didn't linger for a moment and went upstairs with the food box.
Xiao Qingyin glared at Yi Shuihan.
"The Marquis seems to be very angry with you."
“It’s nothing,” Yi Shuihan replied. “That’s just his personality. He needs someone to push him to work hard, otherwise he’ll just lie around and slack off.”
Xiao Qingyin: "..."
Isn't that describing her?
She and the Marquis were truly kindred spirits.
We are also fellow sufferers in this world.
They both encountered Yi Shuihan, a workaholic.
"Oh, by the way, my dad and the others brought a litter of piglets. They're ready to eat now. We have a day off tomorrow, so how about we invite everyone over for a meal?"
Yi Shuihan and Xiao Qingyin discussed it.
"OK."
Xiao Qingyin said with a smile.
She loves her days off the most.
The next day, the two invited Ji Yunhua, Ouyang Xiuqi, Zhao Ziqian and others over to slaughter pigs and sheep for a big meal.
Ouyang Xiuqi became a bit smarter.
No one's vying to slaughter the pig anymore.
After all, he doesn't know how.
But he didn't really want to eat pork.
He had never eaten good pork in the capital; the smell alone made him want to vomit.
After arriving in Nandan, Ji Yunhua once took him and Zhao Ziqian to visit a tribe.
The people of that tribe treated them as honored guests and served them a delicacy they only offered to distinguished guests—rotten pork.
This succulent lives up to its name; it smells terrible.
According to reports, the production process is very complicated. First, the pig is strangled, then its internal organs are removed, it is stuffed with grain, then sewn and sealed, covered with wood ash, buried indoors for one or two years, then dug out, coated with mud, and hung on the roof beam.
It is said that the longer it is hung up, the more delicious it becomes.
The rotten pork served to the three of them was fifty years old, longer than the combined age of him and Ji Yunhua.
Ouyang Xiuqi lost his appetite after just one whiff of the aroma.
But the host was very hospitable, saying that the meat smelled bad but tasted delicious, with a unique flavor, and that you could taste the aroma of wine if you chewed it for a long time.
Ji Yunhua and Zhao Ziqian were very obliging and tried everything.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and pick up a piece to eat.
Then……
I couldn't taste the aroma of the wine; I just felt like I'd eaten a dead rat.
From that moment on, he vowed never to touch any Nandan tribal food again, especially anything related to pork.
Just after the pig was slaughtered today, Xiao Qingyin said, "This time I'll make a simple dish, Tuotuo meat. Have you ever tried it?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Tuotuo meat is a unique delicacy of Nandan. It is very simple to make. Cut the pork into large pieces, boil it in water, take it out and sprinkle it with garlic water, salt and Sichuan peppercorns before eating."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Xiuqi knew that this dish was not meant for him.
After cooking, he only ate the chicken, duck, and lamb, and didn't touch the chunk of meat at all.
Others, however, simply grabbed the food with their hands and ate it in large chunks.
Ouyang Xiuqi was a little envious.
This meat smells pretty good, maybe it won't taste so bad?
But this is just boiled pork!
Braised pork always has an unpleasant smell, but can pork boiled in plain water be eaten?
He expressed his doubts.
Seeing that he was staring at the chunks of meat in the bowl but seemed hesitant, Ji Yunhua grabbed a piece and put it in his bowl, saying with a smile, "Try it, it's delicious."
Ouyang Xiuqi's heart began to pound wildly.
This is the meat Yunhua gave him.
He would eat it no matter how bad it tasted.
With a look of resignation, he picked up the piece of meat and took a bite.
Huh?
It smells so good!
It was completely different from the pork he had ever eaten before!
Tender, smooth, and delicious, with a rich and savory flavor. It's incredibly tasty.
He clearly watched Xiao Qingyin cook it, and there was no seasoning in the pot except for water, so how could it smell so good?
He was about to ask what was going on when he suddenly noticed that there were only a few pieces of meat left in the bowl. He immediately put the question out of his mind and joined the scramble for the meat.
But there were more monks than meat, so in the end he managed to eat two pieces of meat.
After reluctantly putting down the bone, which he had gnawed clean of even the shredded meat, he asked Xiao Qingyin, "Why is this pork different from what I've had before?"
Xiao Qingyin looked at Marquis Yong'an and Princess Zhaoyang and said with a smile, "These are new breeds of pigs bred by the Marquis and His Highness."
"Call it Pig Number One."
Marquis Yong'an replied.
"They are first-generation pigs, crossbred from domestic pigs and wild boars, castrated and raised from a young age..."
He spoke eloquently, explaining in detail the entire process of selecting, mating, reproduction, castration, and raising animals.
Ouyang Xiuqi's eyes widened in astonishment.
Is this the Marquis of Yong'an?
Isn't he a famous scholar?
When did I become a pig-raising expert?
Marquis Yong'an: It all started when Qingqing said she wanted to raise pigs.
After listening, everyone applauded enthusiastically.
Ouyang Xiuqi seemed to wake from a dream and praised, "Lord Marquis, you are amazing! No matter what you do, you can become the top scholar. You have even studied pig farming so much. I admire you, I admire you so much."
Yong'an Hou Qian laughed: "This is all thanks to Qingyin. She was the one who suggested castration and hybridization."
Princess Zhaoyang chimed in, "Yes, we have to thank Qingyin. If she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that raising pigs was so much fun."
"I was just mentioning it casually; it was all thanks to the efforts of the Marquis and His Highness that such excellent seeds were cultivated."
Xiao Qingyin dared not take credit for herself.
Ouyang Xiuqi suddenly remembered something and laughed, "I'm going to Baihe Prefecture in a few days to oversee the construction of the academy. It seems I'll be there just in time for their pig-riding competition."
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