"I can smell the aroma of meat from afar, so much meat."

The person speaking was a thin old man with a pale face, sunken eyes, many bloody holes on his lips, and the corners of his mouth, his sparse hair was more white than black, and he was skinny and bone-skinned, like a skeleton.

Wearing a white-washed Zhongshan suit, he had a lot of patches, but it was clean and tidy, and you could see the shallow creases. The old man sat straight, his eyes were as bright as light, and his whole body exuded a unique temperament.

"The meat sent by the Tang family is five or six kilograms. Mr. Qi, please eat more."

Su Wanrou said happily, and took public chopsticks to pick up a large piece of fat meat for the old man. People nowadays like to eat lean meat, but at this time, the most popular one is the fat meat.

After a few years of hard life of lack of oil and food, anyone who sees big fat meat slices will shine. Like Su Wanrou used to not like fat meat, she even disliked a little fat meat.

Now--

"It's so fragrant. The pork I raise is delicious, and the wild taste is too strong."

Su Wanrou chewed fat meat with relish, and the oil splashed in her mouth and some splashed onto her throat. The feeling was more satisfying than she used to eat abalone.

She hadn't eaten pork for four years, and her husband could still have a meal every now and then, but after her husband left, he couldn't even see a little meat star, only the wild animals that Huo Jinzhi brought from the mountain.

But the wild animals are savory and the meat is also ripe. It is not delicious without good seasonings. Su Wanrou's cooking skills are just like that. She can only stew it with ginger and garlic, and she doesn't even have cooking wine, soy sauce, vinegar and sugar. The taste is imagined.

But thanks to these wild animals, they spent four long years not starving to death.

The old man kept secreting saliva from his mouth. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time, but he still ate slowly, his movements were elegant and his table manners were very particular. Huo Jinzhi was the same. He ate very gentle, but he was not slow. He ate three or four slices of meat in just a while.

"It's true that the pork is a bit delicious, so much oil, even the sweet potatoes are delicious."

The old man ate a piece of meat and his complexion improved a lot. He was actually not seriously ill, he was just hungry.

"The potatoes also have a meaty flavor. Mr. Qi, please eat more, and there are two or three kilograms of meat." Su Wanrou couldn't help but persuade her and was very polite to the old man.

The old man's surname is Qi. He transferred from other brigades to Mopanshan brigade three years ago. No one knew what he had committed. The leader of Mopanshan brigade was also surnamed Tang. Most of the people in the brigade's surname were Tang, and they all had a ancestral hall.

Captain Tang was the village chief before, but later changed to the production captain. He was very prestigious in the team and was a kind person. He took good care of Mr. Qi. It was the lightest and cheapest job to let him herd cattle in the team. The team gave him some rations every month.

But he didn't dare to score more, otherwise the others in the team would make trouble, and the rations assigned would be enough for Mr. Qi to live without death. He lived next to the Huo family, and Huo Jinzhi would often help him work.

After reciprocating his favor, Mr. Qi taught Huo Jinzhi's cultural knowledge. Later, he simply handed out his own rations. The two families started together and could barely get enough.

"Eat more carefully, and children should be nutritious when they grow up."

Mr. Qi only ate two or three pieces of meat, and only ate potatoes. The potatoes stewed with meat are as delicious as the meat. He is old and eating too much meat is a waste, so Huo Jinzhi should eat more.
Chapter completed!