"Haha, I also feel that my health has improved a lot in the past two years. When I have nothing to do in the city, I often take a walk with the big tree."
"Old man, you're really living a life of luxury."
"Hehe, you're really enjoying yourself!"
These past two years have been the happiest and most comfortable days of his life.
As everyone sat down at the table, Zhao Xiaoyu noticed with her sharp eyes that the Liu family had roasted a whole sheep—not one, but three, half a sheep per table.
Uncle Shunzi is now very wealthy.
The dishes were served one after another, including chicken, duck, fish, and meat, plus half a roasted lamb.
Zheng tore off two lamb legs. "Little sister Xiaoyu, come and try our roast lamb."
"Thank you, Auntie. It smells delicious."
"Right? Your uncle went to the county town to buy them this morning. He bought all the ones that were being sold there. We also have two more at home. If you want to eat them, just let us know, and we'll kill and roast them right away."
Emma, there's more to come.
Zheng then began tearing mutton and distributing it to the women at the table.
"Everyone says that eating mutton in winter is nourishing, and your mutton today really suited our tastes."
Mrs. Zheng laughed heartily, "There's still bone broth and mutton bone and radish soup simmering in the pot. Everyone can have a big bowl of it in a bit, and it will warm you up from head to toe."
Lamb bone soup, that's a real treat.
Zhao Xiaoyu decided to have the housekeeper send over a sheep in a couple of days so she could slowly stew it into soup.
In winter, a bowl of mutton soup can warm you to the bone.
"Mother, now that we're back this year, let's do some good deeds in the county town."
"Distribute porridge?"
"Send them some clothes and food. It's too cold to serve porridge in this freezing weather, and it's too cold to stand in line."
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. This year, we'll buy them grain and send them a lot so they can have a good New Year."
"I think so too, let's give each person some radishes and cabbages."
When her daughter wanted to do good deeds, Mrs. Song naturally agreed, as she always believed that those who were devoted to doing good would surely be blessed.
"What are you two whispering about? The food's getting cold, hurry up and eat."
"I'm eating. The food at my aunt's house is really good."
"Right? When your Uncle Shunzi was hiring people, he specifically chose a cook who could cook. To be honest, his cooking skills are really good, much better than mine."
"Auntie's cooking is also good, but we're stingy with the ingredients, so naturally the taste isn't up to par."
"You're so good with words."
Mrs. Zheng really liked Xiaoyu's child; he was chubby, with big, dark eyes, and looked very clever.
As they ate, he remained silent and quiet in the arms of the girl behind him, simply watching them with curiosity.
They look so cute!
Unlike her grandson, who, for some reason, gets a runny nose every winter and looks filthy.
They're also slovenly; they put their hands in their mouths regardless of whether they're dirty or not, and they like to pick things up from the ground to eat.
Her husband said that her grandson might have been a beggar reincarnated, which is why he's been like a beggar all his life.
She was speechless; she really didn't want a beggar's grandson.
She didn't understand. There were plenty of clothes for her to change into at home, so why was she always so sloppy? Look at Xiaoyu's child, so clean and pretty, making people happy just by looking at them.
Zhao Xiaoyu needed to breastfeed, so naturally no one would offer her a drink. But it was different for Song Shi. Since her daughter couldn't drink, the mother naturally had to drink more.
Fortunately, the whole family took a hangover pill before leaving the house, and my daughter even taught her how to pretend to be drunk—just slump onto the table when the time is right.
Zhao Xiaoyu glanced at the men's table. Her father was the most active person there. He couldn't even sit still on his chair, with one leg propped up on it. He was talking with both hands and feet, and he was almost excited enough to flip the table.
Zhao Xiaoyu automatically chose to ignore boastful words.
After several rounds of drinks, it was already completely dark outside before the party finally ended.
Looking at the swaying crowd, Zhao Xiaoyu wondered if they were planning to drink for days on end. Did they all want to kill themselves?
Back home, they all drank a bowl of hangover soup.
"Girl, where did you buy these hangover pills? They're really effective."
The old man never knew he had such a high alcohol tolerance; he could drink so much and still be so sober.
"I made this myself. Everyone should eat one before going out for drinks, and remember to pretend to be drunk."
You can't go home without getting drunk.
The drinking culture of ancient times was actually quite frightening.
"You did this? How are you so amazing, girl?"
"I have some knowledge of medicine, Grandpa Qian, have you forgotten?"
Yes, this child knows a little about medicine, and can even take a pulse.
"Amazing, you're really something! This hangover pill is amazing, we won't be afraid to drink anymore, we'll all be invincible drinkers. Hehehe..."
Zhao Xiaoyu: ...
"It's getting late, everyone should wash up and go to bed. We'll be making dumplings tomorrow, so we'll be busy," said Madam Song, yawning.
She was really tired, and seemed quite busy after returning home, as if she had a schedule every day.
What dishes should I prepare for tomorrow's winter?
"Honey, what would you like to eat tomorrow?"
"dumpling."
"Anything else?"
The person next to me started snoring.
Song: ...
I'll talk to my daughter about it tomorrow. Men are really unreliable, especially her man. Song stared at the sleeping Zhao Dashu for a long time, really wanting to kick him out of bed.
She turned over, her back to me, and fell asleep in no time. Winter is the best time to sleep.
When Zhao Dashu woke up, he found that his wife was still in bed. It seemed that she had drunk quite a bit last night.
He carefully got up, told the servants not to disturb the lady's sleep, and went to the courtyard. The old man was doing exercises, taught by Xiaoyu, and he even pulled Qian Youfu to do them together.
He must have been thrilled when someone told him he was young last night.
Older people love it when others say they look young.
"The old man got up quite early."
"You overslept, hurry up and come do your exercises."
"Xiaoyu and the others haven't gotten up yet?"
"How could that be? The couple felt they couldn't get enough exercise at home, so they went to the back mountain."
These two are quite the players.
Where are the pear blossoms?
"You went to the back mountain too, isn't your wife up yet?"
"She probably drank too much last night; she can't hold her liquor."
The old man was even more smug, looking at the young Song Shi, who was no match for him, having drunk so little and taken a hangover pill, yet still unable to get up.
He got up as soon as it was light; he really hasn't gotten old yet!
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