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While muttering to himself, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Liang Yuemin taking the three largest "Fu" characters at once.

Not even a hint of picky.

Chen Ling suddenly had an idea. There are rich men around us, so why don’t we learn to behave like them today?

"The two you picked are both great. Take both. Even if you can't finish them, you can give them to others."

"That's true. We don't know what will happen to the couplets at Xiao Er's sister-in-law's house. If we can't finish pasting them, we'll give them to them."

Wang Susu was also conflicted because she felt that both couplets were very good and very much to her liking.

Since I really can’t choose, I won’t choose and will just take them all.

Besides, Chen Xiaoer just moved here this year, but his father was in the hospital and his health was not good, so he went back to Beiyi.

The only time Chen Ling came back was when he held a wedding banquet for his two little kids.

Later he took his wife and children away.

Otherwise, his son Daxu plays with Ruirui all day long, so Daji would definitely have cried and wanted to come along this time.

I picked out the couplets and the word "Fu" and paid the money.

The whole family continued to stroll along with the crowd.

As we visited more and more stalls, everyone had more and more things in their hands.

Everyone dragged a big bag, which was filled bulging with food, toys and daily necessities.

"Come on, come on, there are fewer people at the food stall, let's go eat!"

Chen Ling had good eyesight. He took a glance at the snack stalls and then called everyone to go eat.

The kids aren't very hungry yet.

The adults were a little hungry.

The main reason is that I walked too much and consumed too much energy, and the snacks I ate were not enough to keep me hungry. Now when I smell the aroma of meat, I feel greedy.

"I don't think I can eat too much before I'm full, but I just kind of want to eat."

Qin Yueru patted her belly with one hand and spoke.

Women are different from men. They can resist eating too much snacks.

People like this can't eat much meat.

"I think so too, but the mutton stewed in the wood-fired pot looks delicious."

Liu Yinhuan also said, "We eat good food with Fugui every day. We just had pork soup last night. Today, we can't walk when we see mutton. Don't we feel a little sorry for Fugui?"

"Eat if you're hungry. You don't have to feel bad about it. Let's eat."

Chen Ling laughed out loud when he heard this. He carried his two kids and rushed to the mutton stall.

The local wood-fired pot lamb stew uses goat meat.

As I said before, Chen Ling has heard too many people say that goat meat tastes better than mutton, but he has never tasted any fishy smell.

As for what others said, goat meat is more tender than mutton, and he totally agrees with that.

Especially their local goat meat. There are many mountains and these sheep jump up and down, so the meat quality will only be better.

Cooked with firewood and stewed in a big pot, the mutton that comes out of the pot is incomparable to any other meat.

This was what Chen Ling coveted the most when he was in school.

If it is served with a bowl of noodles, then the mutton soup noodles are in front of him, and Wang Zuxian won’t even look at it twice if she passes by.

"It does smell good, but why does it look different from our mutton? Instead, it looks like the same color as dog meat?"

Liang Yuemin walked over, smelled the fragrance, and took two deep breaths. However, when he saw the red mutton and mutton soup in the pot, he couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Of course the mutton sold at the stalls outside is cooked differently from the mutton we have at home."

Chen Ling smiled and said, "At home, I usually cook clear-boiled mutton, and the mutton soup is also whiter...

The ones sold outside are usually braised, and you are right when you say the color is similar to dog meat."

The spiced dog meat sold on the street is braised, and the cooking time is quite long.

It's about the same color as the mutton.

"Come on, sit down, and wait for my family to bring you some clean new bowls."

The owner of the mutton stall was the same one who often sold beef soup in the county town. He smiled and nodded when he saw Chen Ling.

Chen Ling often passed by here to buy things and eat, so people naturally knew him.

His stall usually serves beef soup.

Only at temple fairs or particularly large markets, like the one we are having now, would they kill a whole sheep and stew it in a wood-fired pot.

It’s not like Huangni Town, where there are many factories and mutton hotpots are common.

"There are many people here today, so I'll cut some first and let you guys taste it..."

The boss was very enthusiastic when he saw Chen Ling. He took out a clean plate, scooped out a piece of mutton with a little skin, chopped it with a knife, and handed it to him.

Chen Ling took it and let Liang Yuemin and the others taste it.

The boss added: "Mutton is a bit expensive this year. Pork is more than six yuan, and mutton has also risen to more than eight yuan."

"Okay, okay, it doesn't matter if it's expensive or not. I'm here to eat. It's time to eat. Let's fill our stomachs first...

Remember to cut more sheep intestines and sheep cheeks, and add more sheep spears and sheep treasures to my brother's bowl."

Chen Ling pointed at Liang Yuemin and said.

"Eh???"

Liang Yuemin tasted two pieces of mutton and was still immersed in the aroma of the meat. His eyes widened when he heard Chen Ling's words.

"I'll give you some nourishment. You don't know how haggard you looked when I picked you up."

Chen Ling patted his shoulder.

"I am just tired mentally. I am physically fine and very healthy."

Liang Yuemin quickly retorted.

Liu Yinhuan, who was standing next to them, blushed suddenly and quickly pulled Wang Susu and the others away to go to the toilet.

Men and women these days are indeed not that open-minded.

Qin Yueru, on the other hand, was laughing carefreely beside them, grabbing Chen Ling's hand, and then grabbing Liang Yuemin's hand twice.

"Brother, you still need to eat more. Fugui's palms are warm and hot, but your hands are not warm and are a little cold."

"Go away, do you have the right to talk nonsense?" Liang Yuemin glared at his sister and snorted.

"It's good stuff. Try it. If you don't like the taste, you can eat some sheep's blood. It's also good stuff."

The boss smiled and said, "Someone is looking for this stuff specially. Since Fugui is with you guys today, I'll give you the mutton together with the meat."

Then he took out a can of chili peppers and asked Liang Yuemin to try adding the flavor of chili peppers.

As soon as he ate it, sweat soon broke out on his forehead. He was immediately satisfied and kept shouting, "More, more."

Chen Ling smiled but said nothing.

Walk to the big pot of stewed lamb and start selecting different parts of the meat.

For meat lovers, the happiest moment is to be in front of such a big pot of meat, picking and choosing, or even competing with others to put the pieces into their own bowl.

That's the most flavorful way.

"Cook me a bowl of noodles with mutton soup first!"

After Chen Ling picked his own meat, he didn't care about anyone else. Whoever liked to eat could choose what they liked. There was no need to be polite. It was actually a different experience.

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He just needs to take care of himself and his kids.

"okay."

Soon, Chen Ling's was fixed.

A large bowl of noodles, topped with red-sauce lamb chops, half a lamb leg, lamb intestines, etc.

Ruirui, Xiaolizi and four other children surrounded him. He ate and also fed the children a few bites.

They didn't eat much, they just followed the atmosphere to taste the food.

They mostly play with the sugar figures and toys in their hands.

After a while, Liang Yuemin and the others came over with their bowls and chopsticks.

They didn't eat noodles, but mutton with white flour buns, and they ate it happily and contentedly.

Then it was Wang Susu and the others. After coming back, they were basically full after eating half a bowl.

But after eating, they all clamored to ask Chen Ling to make such mutton for them when they returned home.

Chen Ling naturally agreed.

After eating and drinking, they went to each courtyard to paste couplets and blessing characters.

Then I simply swept the floor and cleaned out the debris brought by the wind these days.

The wind is strong in the mountains in winter, especially at night. Fallen leaves and light garbage will be blown into the yard. It's the New Year, so we naturally can't just ignore it.

"Fugui, it's useful. After eating so many peppers, as well as sheep whip and sheep treasure, my whole body is really hot."

When he was about to go find the Shanmao family in the afternoon, Liang Yuemin walked up to him and whispered, "Are the sheep here different? Why don't I have this feeling when I eat other sheep?"

"Haha, just eat it. Have a good rest these few days. Eat whatever is at home. I will nourish you well."

Chen Ling winked at him.

The sheep on other people’s stalls are just ordinary goats, and certainly not the kind of sheep in his stall that eat and drink the products of spiritual energy.

Liang Yuemin had this feeling, but he just relaxed.

It's different from other times when you waste your energy thinking about all kinds of things.

You will definitely feel that your body suddenly becomes stronger and warmer.

When they arrived at the hospital, they called Shanmao, Old Man Zhong, and Zhao Dahai's family, and they went back to the village with their bags.

Dujuan lives in the hospital and is taken care of by two old ladies.

The men go back to drink, so there's no need to keep an eye on them.

Especially Bobcat, it was similar to when Chen Ling was taking care of Ruirui. After all, it was his first child, so he was happy.

When he was next to Dujuan, he was restless, laughing to himself from time to time, and then couldn't help wanting to play with the child.

Then he started to fantasize about all kinds of things, saying that the child must not be as tall as him in the future, but must grow up to be tall and big like Dujuan, and so on.

Talking all the time.

Dujuan is so annoying to him.

Go back quickly, it's better to drink and have fun at the table than to bother her around.

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"The pressed meat is ready. Shuiwazi, Yuqiang, Xiaochao, all of you come over here, let's have some wine and meat tonight. We'll use a big pig's head and a few pounds of pork, and we'll finish it tonight!"

After returning to the village, Chen Ling did not get off the tractor. He started shouting when he saw people.

"Rich and noble, do you have any melon seeds or peanuts? I have a lot of roasted ones, I'll send them to you."

"No, no, I bought a lot. I have them at home. I just need to bring a mouth to eat and drink."

"Hahaha, his family has everything they need, why are you being so polite to him, Shuiwazi..."

As soon as someone finished talking about Chen Ze, another person came out. It was Chen Guoping.

"Fugui, wait a minute. Your family has other things, but not some. Guowang's brother-in-law sent a lot of horse meat. You haven't eaten horse meat, right? Ask Yuqiang to bring you more when he goes there tonight."

"horsemeat?"

Chen Ling has no memory of eating horse meat in his life.

"Your family is the most crowded and lively. Those who have never eaten horse meat should try it."

Chen Ling's family has fewer people, but this year is the busiest one for them.

Liang Yuemin's whole family, Zhao Dahai's family and Shanmao's family all celebrated the New Year at their home, and the women and children could all sit at a large table.

The remaining gentlemen were able to fill up the two tables.

"Okay, let's try horse meat."

Chen Ling didn't say anything polite, because being polite all the time would make things awkward.

He smiled and said, "Not too much, just enough for us to drink."

"Oh, that's not possible. We don't know how to cook it. You can do it. Make it more delicious so that the kids can have more meat in their mouths and have a good New Year."

Chen Guoping waved his hands. In the past two years, the kids in the village had never suffered any grievances because of Chen Ling, and they had meat to eat every now and then.

But adults subconsciously still want to keep the good things for children.

This is true. Without Chen Ling, their own children would be very happy to dip in sugar. The meat is too unpalatable. (End of this chapter)