"Okay, eat your meal. I have my own rules for these things."
After scolding his wife, Ma Laojiu buried his head and continued eating.
However, his twenty-year-old son frowned in displeasure.
"Dad, even if what Auntie did was not right, you can't do stupid things again. I still have some dignity to maintain. Don't make trouble and make it difficult for me to live in peace in the future."
Ma Laojiu clenched his chopsticks and looked deeply at his son. His son had been in a bad mood since the accident, and today's words made him realize that he could not be relied on in the future.
He thought about it and asked in a muffled voice.
“If I continue to stay with them, I’m afraid I’ll be scolded in the future.
But what if we don’t stay with them? With some money in hand, our future lives will be completely different.”
His son fell into deep thought, and finally eagerly picked up a piece of food for him with his chopsticks.
"Dad, it seems you have an idea in mind. Your sons are all counting on you to lead a good life."
Ma Laojiu was satisfied with his son's transformation and glanced at his other daughter and son.
"I'll find a way. Don't worry. When we're almost at Liuhua Country, Dad will definitely take you away."
"well."
The other children also cheered quickly. They really didn't want to be looked down upon anymore. If this father could lead them to a good life again, at least they wouldn't have to worry about marriage in the future, and they wouldn't have to be looked down upon by others.
As for this father, what can he do?
Anyway, they don't care or ask, just wait for the results.
Because the Wen family sold meat, the refugees who had just escaped the plague that night had a rare opportunity to experience the joy of delicious food.
While the Wen family was selling the meat, they were also collecting various pig offal, heads and hooves, etc.
Put the big pot on the fire and put the marinade in. The aroma will waft out while it is still in the pot.
For a moment, the entire forest was filled with the aroma of meat.
The man standing guard not far away smelled the scent and sighed again, saying that Mrs. Wen was really capable. She escaped the famine with her family and lived better than when the old man was still alive.
Not to mention the meat, even the water used to wash the offal is not something that ordinary people can withstand.
However, they were just envious. After all, who could be better off than the Wen family?
Everyone ate the meat excitedly and talked about what they saw and heard along the way.
Several clan elders and leaders were invited by the Wen family to have a pig-killing dinner.
However, when these people came, each of them brought a pound of rice or something.
Everyone was quite satisfied with this. Old Mrs. Wen didn't want to let these people get into a habit. They knew how to be polite, so she felt comfortable inviting them.
As for people, there should be give and take. We cannot always take other people's efforts for granted.
Although the Wen family's meal was served last, good food is never too late.
Seeing the pig blood soup, fried meat, and braised pork trotters being served, Heimei screamed.
"Sister, didn't you say that the braised food can only be eaten tomorrow? You lied to me again."
The old lady quickly cleared her name.
"You're really wronging her. Don't you see that this bowl of braised food is submerged in the brine?
These things are indeed not flavorful yet, but they are still edible after being marinated. Tomorrow morning, there is no need to prepare the marinade, just simmer them in the pot and the flavor will be fully absorbed.
"Okay, it turns out I wronged my bad sister."
The black girl smiled embarrassedly.
Xiushui stroked her alopecia.
"I'm used to being wronged by you. I won't say any more. Let's eat quickly."
The children sat at their own table, which was just a few pieces of wood put together.
No one wants to hang out with the adults.
Especially the elders of the tribe, they are not good at biting food, and they can't eat quickly.
Otherwise people will accuse you of being disrespectful to your elders or something.
In short, when it’s time to invite people to dinner, no child wants to go to the adults’ table.
The old lady called her sons and some of the Bao family's uncles to join her. Everyone looked at the large pots and bowls filled with dishes and started eating with great enthusiasm.
The old village chief sighed as he chewed the flavorful spareribs.
"The taste of this braised pork is really extraordinary. Even when I went to the city before, the braised pork I had was not as delicious as this.
If this wasn't the wilderness, I'd doubt whether I was still on the road of escape."
Chu Laowu laughed heartily and chewed the big piece of fat meat he had been longing for.
"That's right. Ever since I entered the bandit's den, I've been wondering if I'll ever be able to eat meat again.
I never thought I could actually eat such delicious meat dishes.”
Old Qian even swallowed a piece of meat with a slurp, then waved his chopsticks again with satisfaction.
"When I could earn a little money, I also learned not to eat fatty food like the old men in the city.
During this journey of fleeing famine, I've been craving fatty meat every day. Today, I'm eating this fatty meat that's not too greasy, and it's delicious.
And this blood curd has always been my favorite."
"I think these fried pork livers and cold-mixed pork hearts are delicious. Sister, everything you cook is delicious."
The old village chief was eating the bowl of cold-mixed pig heart in front of him with a slurp, but he was reluctant to stop.
He used to think that pig offal only had a fishy smell, and never thought that pig hearts could be cooked and served cold.
I don’t know what my elder sister put in it. It’s not right to say it’s dogwood. The spicy taste is different from that of dogwood.
However, the more I ate, the sizzling food became spicier and spicier, and the spicier it became, the more I wanted to eat.
The old lady laughed silently and only advised everyone to eat more, without saying that the seasonings were replaced by her eldest granddaughter.
How do you explain it? What's the chili pepper?
There are no peppers here yet. In the future, we can only wait and see if the eldest granddaughter has the chance to come across them.
Lao Qian's stomach felt full when he was halfway through eating.
The table was filled with food, and all the invited guests ate their fill tonight.
He glanced at everyone and sighed with some regret.
"Oh, what a pity for that jar of daughter's red wine at home. I was thinking of taking it out at the time, but I didn't dare to take it with me for fear it would break. What a pity, what a pity. Such a beautiful table of food, to be honest, is better than what I had in the provincial capital before.
Especially the cold-mixed pig heart, the taste is so stimulating and addictive.
And this braised pork ribs, poor people only know how to eat the delicious fatty meat.
Little do people know that wealthy families only eat spareribs because they are delicious and the meat is not tough.
Old Li also sighed. "The braised food is delicious! I've never tasted such delicious braised food outside. No, I didn't even know there were such braised dishes out there."
It’s a pity that this isn’t a big year, otherwise your family would make a lot of money selling these braised dishes.”
"No, no, no, you are wrong. As an old man, I like all of these dishes.
My sister's family can not only sell braised dishes, but also run a restaurant, which is definitely feasible."
The old village chief concluded that in his limited eating life, every dish on the table was delicious.
Wen Bibo simply smiled, but his mind was full of thoughts. If the opportunity arose, perhaps settling down and developing a braised food business with his family could be a possibility...
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