At this time, Liu Jiajia and Old Liu supported each other and walked out of the yard. Erye, who had come to his home at some point, followed them.
"Dog! What are you doing standing there?" asked the Second Master.
Meng Fei spread his hands and smiled helplessly, "I just borrowed the thorn ointment from you, but I was frightened by that guy Xiong Da, so I didn't hold it firmly and it all spilled on me. Now, these little guys think it stinks and stay away from me."
Hearing this, Erye couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He was most aware of the power of this thing. Within a radius of five meters from his home, no living creature dared to approach except himself.
"Hahaha, you are so unlucky. Just go back to your room and wash yourself with white vinegar. You are so stinky. I hate you."
After hearing what the second master said, Meng Fei had no hesitation at all. He rushed into the kitchen, picked up the white vinegar and ran towards the river.
At this time, the Second Master patted Old Liu on the shoulder and said with a hearty smile:
"Hahaha, Brother Liu, since you're here you're a guest. I'll make arrangements for tonight. There happens to be a big pot outside Gouzi's house. I'll go back and get some meat and stew a whole authentic Northeastern iron pot goose for you tonight!"
When they heard the words "goose stewed in an iron pot", the grandfather and grandson's eyes immediately lit up green.
Both of them had empty stomachs now, having vomited everything out, not even breakfast was left.
I've been starving for a long time.
After Meng Fei finished washing up, he came back and started helping the second master with his work.
The firewood was burning fiercely in the stove pit, and the soup in the pot was boiling, making a "gurgling" sound.
Meng Fei put the goose, sauerkraut, dried beans, potatoes, cabbage and other ingredients into the pot one by one.
As the food was brewed over a high fire, a rich aroma filled the entire courtyard.
Old Liu had already smelled the fragrance coming from the yard and couldn't help swallowing.
He looked at the steaming big iron pot in the yard with anticipation.
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