Wei Yifu asked someone to send over a basket of white radishes.
The women chatted and laughed as they washed and cut the white radish into pieces, then threw it into the mutton and stewed it together.
When it got dark, the two big pots of fragrant mutton were finally stewed.
Lin Wanjun and Li Yuetang stood by the pot and distributed the meat to everyone, two pieces of mutton per person, and one extra piece for the elderly and children, mixed with radish, it was so delicious.
After taking out the meat, Lin Wanjun started cooking noodles again.
The noodles were pulled back from the cave earlier. People always thought they were Han Jinsheng's private goods. Wei Yifu treated them as treasures and refused to let the canteen cook the noodles.
Only two handfuls were delivered today, how can they be enough for over a hundred people?
Lin Wanjun naturally has her own way.
While it was dark and everyone was eating meat, Lin Wanjun took out a box of noodles from the space and handed it to Song Zhanjin.
When Song Zhanjin saw the noodles that Lin Wanjun took out from the space, and thought about the food they had pulled back from the cave before, he would be a fool if he still didn't know what was going on.
When Song Zhanjin thought of the grievances Lin Wanjun had suffered because of this, he felt sorry for his wife.
She saved the lives of more than a hundred people in the cadre school, but she had to hide the food and took great pains to find reasons to deliver the food to the people.
Even so, Dong Yingying stole the limelight. It makes me feel aggrieved just thinking about it.
"Wife, thank you for your hard work!"
Song Zhanjin couldn't help but hug Lin Wanjun, but she pushed him away.
"Is this the time to be sentimental? Hurry and serve the noodles while no one's paying attention!"
This was probably the most sumptuous meal people had eaten since the establishment of the cadre school.
The fragrant lamb, the rich milky broth, the smooth noodles, and a sprinkle of chopped green onions are simply a delicacy.
Lin Wanjun was serving noodles to everyone. When a rice bowl was handed over, Lin Wanjun stopped.
Zhao Shuping just smiled flatteringly, pretending nothing had happened, and brought her daughter over with two large rice bowls to get rice.
"Xiaolin, today's dinner is really sumptuous!"
Originally, Zhao Shuping wanted to be stubborn and not eat the mutton.
But the aroma of meat filling the yard made her so hungry that her saliva was watering, and her daughter was crying so hard that she came over anyway.
Thinking of taking advantage of the situation to eat a bowl of steaming hot noodles.
Lin Wanjun's face was cold.
"I told you this afternoon that you, your family, and those few people you have a good relationship with are not worthy of coming to dinner tonight!"
"This isn't a public pot meal, it's hosted by our Song family!"
Zhao Shuping was unconvinced and said, "Even if the meat is from your family, what about these noodles and radishes? These noodles are the collective food of the cadre school!"
"I already gave you enough face by not eating meat just now. Isn't it only natural that I should eat noodles now?"
As she spoke, Zhao Shuping actually reached out to grab the spoon and tried to serve herself the rice.
Lin Wanjun would never give her the chance to succeed.
Gripping the spoon tightly, Lin Wanjun said firmly, "The noodles are also cooked in my mutton soup. How dare you steal my food?"
Seeing that Lin Wanjun was determined not to give her food, Zhao Shuping became angry.
She threatened, "If you don't give me food today, I'll overturn this pot and make sure none of you can eat anything!"
"Then go ahead and lift it!"
Lin Wanjun is not afraid of Zhao Shuping's threats.
As expected, before she could do anything, the people behind her rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Shuping's arms and legs, and threw her to the back.
Zhao Shuping's daughter followed behind and cried loudly.
At a certain moment, Lin Wanjun felt a little soft-hearted.
Conflicts between adults should not involve children. This pot of mutton soup noodles is a delicious thing that you can’t even eat during the Chinese New Year!
Just as she was about to scoop noodles for the child, the little girl suddenly threw the chopsticks at Lin Wanjun.
"You shameless bitch!"
Upon hearing this, Song Lingyi, who was squatting on the side and eating noodles, became angry.
She put down her chopsticks, rushed forward and punched Zhao Shuping's daughter.
"You dare to insult my sister? I'll beat you to death!"
Zhao Shuping's daughter was not a pushover either. She continued to scold Lin Wanjun even after being beaten.
"You shameless slut, you're always flirting with other girls. Just wait and see. Sooner or later, I'll make you wear a high hat and get criticized, so that you can never hold your head up again!"
Does this sound like the tone of a child speaking?
It was obvious that an adult had said something similar in front of the child, and she just parroted it.
Lin Wanjun was so angry that she laughed.
She no longer had any mercy and directly asked Song Lingyi to drag Zhao Shuping's daughter away.
With such a dirty mouth, how could he be worthy of eating the mutton soup noodles she made herself?
This pot of mutton soup is precious.
After everyone finished eating the noodles, they took out the hard corn tortillas and soaked them in the soup, letting the tortillas absorb the mutton soup, swelling and softening, and the aroma of meat filled their lips and teeth.
Those who had been assigned to the family housing simply took the mutton soup home and put it away, planning to enjoy this precious mutton soup slowly in several times over the next few days.
He didn't throw away the bones after chewing them.
Wei Yifu asked someone to put all the bones in a basin, planning to put them into the pot and continue stewing tomorrow to bring out the last bit of meat flavor.
In such a harsh environment, people don’t care about hygiene issues. Even bone soup mixed with saliva is precious.
The noise and bustle continued until late at night, and people finally dispersed reluctantly.
Wang Chuang's mother was washing the pot, but she was reluctant to throw away the oily water. Instead, she poured it into a basin, intending to cook tomorrow.
Lin Wanjun felt a little uncomfortable.
She took out the mutton from the space and asked Song Zhanjin to divide it into several equal portions. She sent one portion to Wang Chuang's house, two portions to the dung team, and the rest to Shi Kai.
With Song Zhanjin sharing the secret of the space with her, Lin Wanjun felt a lot more relaxed.
At least finding a reason can be left to Song Zhanjin, and she only needs to come up with the things.
"We had two big pots of mutton today, how come there's still so much left?"
Qin Sijun's eyes widened in shock when he saw the mutton Song Zhanjin brought.
Song Zhanjin chuckled.
"My elder sister has been raising fat sheep for over a year, so how could there not be a lot of meat? And there are radishes cooked in the pot, so it looks like there's a lot of meat, but there's actually some left!"
Song Zhanjin lied with his eyes open and put the mutton on the table of the dung team.
"You happen to have some coal. Put a small pot on the fire and make some mutton soup to warm you up!"
The poop class is different from the others.
Even in the dead of winter, even if everyone else is hunkering down in the house to keep warm, the people on the dung removal team still have to go to the toilet.
So they need to replenish energy more, and there is no doubt that steaming hot mutton soup is the best source of energy.
After a pause, Song Zhanjin added.
"This is what my wife left for you. She comes from a family that works as a dung collector. No matter where she goes, you are all her family!"
These words made Qin Sijun and others feel very warm.
In this turbulent era where everyone is busy taking care of themselves, there are very few people as loyal and righteous as Lin Wanjun.
They will always remember this friendship in their hearts and wait for the opportunity to repay it doubly in the future.
In the Song family's kitchen, Li Yuetang looked at the large piece of meat hanging on the beam with a puzzled look on her face.
She clearly saw with her own eyes that Song Zhanjin chopped a whole sheep into pieces and put it into the pot. Where did this meat come from?
Could it be that she was old and her eyes were blurry and she saw it wrong?
But no matter what, this piece of fat and lean meat is enough to feed the family for a while!
Junjun wanted to eat dumplings a few days ago. Fortunately, we have some white flour at home. I will make some mutton dumplings tomorrow to satisfy my daughter-in-law’s craving!
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