Aunt Du said distressedly: "This is not enough. We will add sauerkraut, tofu and vermicelli later. It will be enough to eat."
The piece of fat meat Han Zhenyu mentioned weighed two or three pounds. Aunt Du was reluctant to give it up, thinking that her nephew did not know how to live. Even if he killed a wild boar, he could not eat it like this. He did not know how to live a long-term life at all.
There were already several pounds of meat in the pot, as well as a lot of pork offal and bones, and broth was stewing on the stove.
In rural areas, preparing such delicious dishes for entertaining guests is already the highest standard.
Han Zhenyu said, "Oh, my aunt, I have finally invited you to dinner. All of you are my good brothers. You have helped me so much today. I must treat you well. Just listen to me and cut the piece of meat."
The eldest uncle, who was lighting the fire, also said to his wife, "Listen to Zhenyu, cut it quickly, don't be so stingy, it will embarrass the child."
Aunt Du glared at him, then nodded Han Zhenyu's head, and had to cut the piece of meat.
But he couldn't help but keep saying that his nephew was a prodigal son.
"You little bastard, you must stop being so extravagant. Your wife is pregnant and needs to eat more. Save this meat for her to eat slowly."
Han Zhenyu listened obediently, did not refute, and nodded from time to time. But whether to do as she said or not was another matter.
When the three were busy in the kitchen, Sun Dahan's family came over. They also brought a pot of pickled eggplant and a pot of pickled cucumber, which were Su Xieqiu's favorites.
Then came Xiang Guoqiang, Roger and Zhao Yingchao. They also came with two canned fruits and a few pounds of liquor.
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