The soup was full of oil, so it was impossible to throw it away and waste it. Ye Wubing could eat more than anyone else. He was in the growth phase, and his appetite was at its best during his teenage years.
Ye Zhiqiu lit a cigarette and replied with a smile, "Old Deng, that's all you can do! Make more money and buy more good food. I'll cook for you every day!"
Wang Xiaolan said unhappily, "That won't do. Boss, it's okay if you cook occasionally, but if you cook every day, how many kilograms of oil will you use in a month? Our family can't afford you wasting it like that!"
"Alright, alright! I'll take some time out these few days to buy some oil. You have a buyer at home, and you're still worried about not having oil to eat! By the way, I've agreed with the villagers to buy half a pig from there tomorrow, so we can make some profit from the difference.
"I'll watch and bring home a piece of fat meat, and you can just make some lard! You don't have to pay for it, I'll use my own private money, so you should be satisfied, right?"
Wang Xiaolan nodded happily and said, "You are indeed my eldest son. You are really capable! You can even pick out the fat meat yourself, unlike your father who can't do anything!"
Ye Tianya was depressed. He supported his son's praise! But why did he have to belittle himself? He said to Ye Wubing, who was still drinking porridge, "Did you hear that? You can't do anything, and you're the best at eating, you bastard!"
Ye Wubing was unhappy. He yelled, "Dad, I deserve half the credit for catching the yellow eels today. I earned some money and a good meal for Mom!
You're the one who can't do anything, not me! Wait until I find a suitable place, and I'll continue fishing for eels, and have my brother sell them to help Mom with the family expenses!"
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