When it was time for dinner, Erwa was even more distraught. Everyone sat around the table, and Yinlan went to the Zhao family to borrow another table and a few chairs, so that the four grown men, Yinlan, and the three children could all sit down.
Tonight, Yin Lan still made pork offal, steamed some sweet potatoes, cooked white rice (as usual), stir-fried winter bamboo shoots with pork, and added a stir-fried wild vegetable dish.
I ate fish yesterday, so I won't eat fish today.
Everyone at the table stared at the dishes, stunned and unable to touch them.
Hu Er glanced at Yin Lan, then looked at her again. How come this person, who used to be so stingy, is now...so generous? Is there a trap here?
As for Chen Yourun, although he hadn't been back for long, he had already gotten used to his wife's extravagant lifestyle. Besides, it was only right that he should do something nice when he asked her to help with chores. They were going to hunt wild boar in the mountains in a couple of days, so he wasn't worried about not having meat at home.
Grandma Chen clicked her tongue in amazement; the food in this family was better than that of most families in the county town.
That's such a waste of money.
But when she smelled the irresistibly fragrant pig offal, she wanted to say something, but then she remembered when she first arrived. She had only said one sentence, and this Madam Yin had ten sentences waiting for her, showing her no respect whatsoever. She really dared to say anything.
The words that were already on the tip of my tongue got stuck in my throat.
As for the others, they were all a little embarrassed, saying, "This... is really too lavish."
The work at Old Master Chen's house isn't heavy, and the food is really too good.
Looking at the food, Liu Jing, a man of many tastes, noticed that this family's house was dilapidated, yet they ate well for breakfast, so he assumed their lunch would be good as well. And indeed it was, but it couldn't compare to the delicacies he had eaten before.
However, when he picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, he was completely stunned.
This...this...why does it taste so good?
The others at the table were initially a little embarrassed and modest, but once they started talking, they just couldn't stop.
Everyone has eaten meat, but meat this delicious is truly rare.
The pork offal was incredibly fragrant, and Yin Lan was also very generous with the oil used in stir-frying the meat and vegetables, making the dishes absolutely delicious.
No one at the table had time to talk; everyone was busy eating.
Even Hu Er, who had planned to leave without eating, was using both hands, his mouth dripping with oil.
And the most pitiful person next to them was Erwa.
He held a steamed bun in his hand, watching everyone else eat his favorite pork offal, his favorite meat, and his favorite sweet potato!
But he couldn't eat it.
His mother had already said that he needed ten coins a day to be able to eat at the table, but he only had four coins.
After a long day of work, I couldn't even get a hot meal.
Chen Yourun gave Yin Lan a meaningful look.
Yin Lan also felt sorry for the little child.
"Erwa, are you still farming?"
Erwa pursed his lips.
"Do you want to eat meat? Do you want to eat something delicious?"
The second child looked pitiful and said, "Yes."
"But I also want to farm."
Hey, what a stubborn person.
"Then you should go farm. By the way, don't look down on this steamed bun. With your meager harvest from farming, you can't even afford this white flour steamed bun. Go and see which family can afford white flour steamed buns."
Yin Lan wasn't looking down on farming; farming is certainly good, but when it comes to resource allocation, farming is indeed the one where you put in a lot of effort but get little return.
Knowing this, why would she let her child choose the "hardship mode"?
Moreover, studying can not only earn money and provide opportunities to succeed, but also broaden one's horizons and teach valuable lessons. Otherwise, so many families wouldn't be willing to sell their possessions to send their children to school.
If Yin Lan has such advantages, it would be truly foolish not to take advantage of them.
Erwa pitifully smacked his lips a few times.
He already regretted it, but he had only been there for a day. If he gave up now, he would lose face. His mother would look down on him, and his brother would look down on him too.
Moreover, my love for farming stems entirely from the joy of farming with my older child and the other children; it's really about the feeling of playing together.
He was the one pulling the weeds today, and he realized how tiring, hot, arduous, boring, and painful it was. He almost couldn't keep going.
He squatted alone to one side, watching others eat and drink heartily, while he silently ate his steamed bun, tears silently streaming down his face.
Sigh... Da Wa, who used to think even corn kernels were a delicacy, has become quite picky these days thanks to Yin Lan's spoiling. He doesn't even like plain steamed buns anymore.
After scolding Erwa, Yin Lan ate by herself. She even took a piece of meat and moved it in front of Erwa's nose. Seeing that Erwa couldn't help but reach out to snatch it, she immediately stuffed the meat into her mouth.
Second Child: "......"
Is this his biological mother? She doesn't look like her at all!
"Hey, teasing the kid is quite fun," Yin Lan said with a satisfied smile.
Chen Yourun looked at her bright smiling face, his heart stirred for a moment, and then he shook his head and chuckled.
How come he never noticed before that his wife was so lively, so interesting, so clever, and so... adorable?
As for the pitiful Erwa, no one paid any attention to him.
A group of people are enjoying a delicious meal in this little thatched hut.
On the other side, the children who had "crashed" the classroom in the morning had all gone home.
Meixiang also listened in from outside.
When she got home, she went to the kitchen to find Hu Shi. "Mother, do we have any pig offal? I want to eat some."
While she was there, Meixiang could already smell the aroma of braised pork offal, which almost made her faint from the smell.
"What? Is your aunt making pig offal again? She hasn't given you a single bite. She's your aunt, after all. Can't she even spare you a little food?"
Meixiang said softly, "It wasn't even ready when I left."
Hu immediately started scolding, "Why didn't you leave later! You've already gone all the way, why leave so early? That stingy Yin, she did this on purpose, just so she wouldn't give you a bite to eat."
Meixiang was also brainless. "Back then, when Dawa and Erwa were starving and skin and bones, didn't you not give them any food either? You are their second aunt."
Madam Hu was stunned for a moment, then nearly died of anger. "You traitorous bastard, how dare you speak ill of your mother! If I'm going to give, I need to have something to give! Look at what we have at home, huh? What do we have?"
Meixiang muttered under her breath, "Don't you always say that your aunt's family has nothing?"
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