Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1320, Chapter 1308: The Ritual
The video was played very quickly.

However, it wasn't taken by the cat-head user himself, but rather reposted.

I'm forwarding a video posted by a new media account called "Xixiang Fire and Rescue Brigade".

Titled "Aunt Hong's Daily Life 12"

The video begins in a huge kitchen, complete with a stove, sink, cabinets, and a large worktop.

It's made entirely of stainless steel, and it looks very sturdy.

On the worktable was a large cutting board with a rack of ribs piled on it. Next to it was a stainless steel basin the size of a bathtub, filled with meat, piled up like a mountain of meat.

A plump middle-aged woman was chopping ribs with a cleaver in front of the cutting board, making a loud, earth-shattering noise.

While I was chopping, a big guy in a blue fire brigade training uniform burst in from off-camera.

From afar, she called out, "Aunt Hong! Aunt Hong! Is lunch being prepared? You know what happened at noon today, right? Please make something nice."

I had to shout, because chopping ribs is too noisy.

So this plump auntie is the Aunt Hong from the title.

Aunt Hong put down her cleaver when she heard the sound and greeted him cheerfully: "Yangwazi is here. You're an instructor now, but you're still so impetuous. How could I not know about the big event at noon? I had my old man bring over half a pig this morning. While it's still fresh, I'll stew some ribs for you kids."

The big guy scratched his head. "You know I'm an instructor now, so please stop calling me 'kid'."

He had three six-pointed star flowers on his shoulder; he really was a second-level instructor.

Aunt Hong's eyes narrowed with laughter as she teased, "Oh, shy now? You won't let me call you that anymore? Have you forgotten when you first came here? You were always running to the kitchen, calling me Aunt Hong all the time, and you were always hungry, always thinking about getting extra food for me. Back then, you were happy to be called Yangwazi. I watched you grow up after you became the instructor. When the brigade leader came, I called him 'wazi,' and I called the previous brigade leader 'little kid,' and he even called me Aunt Hong. But you little ones don't even call me 'Mom.'"

This Aunt Hong is just like any ordinary middle-aged woman you might know: warm, friendly, and talkative.

You could tell from her words that Aunt Hong had been in the fire brigade for many years. She had watched this big guy grow up from a raw recruit to an instructor.

The captain she mentioned, and the previous captain, were probably people she watched grow up.

Faced with this elder who was both his aunt and his mother, the tall instructor had no temper and quickly apologized, "You're busy, you're busy, I just came to ask."

After saying that, he made a move to leave, but Aunt Hong called him back, "Come back, come back. Is everything alright now? There are documents to write reports, and the training captain is watching those kids. There are no missions yet. You're strong, come help me chop the ribs. I'll go divide up the rest of the meat. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it won't keep. We need to freeze it quickly."

She knows everything about the fire department.

The big guy readily agreed, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, picked up a large cleaver and started chopping away, praising as he chopped, "Uncle Zhang's pigs are really good. The first two years we didn't raise them here, and we didn't get to eat Uncle Zhang's pigs. Life was bland and tasteless, and we always felt like something was missing."

"But I didn't see you eat less." Aunt Hong said with a laugh, then let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The whole rack of ribs had to be chopped into small pieces; it was no easy task.

However, after only a short rest, he got busy again.

Pull out another large cutting board from under the cabinet and place it on the work surface.

He then picked up a kitchen knife and pulled a pig's leg out of the mountain of meat in the bathtub.

"One spare rib might not be enough, so I'll cut off a pig's leg, remove a piece of meat, and stew it."

The big guy perked up immediately, "Then cut it into big pieces, as big as eggs, big pieces of meat and eggs are so satisfying to eat."

"You're such a good eater," Aunt Hong laughed, then added more dishes, "Let's have some meat broth, and I'll also braise a pot of eggs for you to eat with steamed buns."

"Yes!" the big guy answered loudly.

He chopped the ribs with even more gusto.

Aunt Hong put down the knife and took a basket of eggs from the large refrigerator.

They shoved the food into another large basin, filling it with about fifty or sixty pieces.

After rinsing them clean, they were all placed in a large pot, filled with water, and the pot was lit to boil the eggs.

Judging by the quantity, there must be quite a few people eating there every day.

Aunt Hong was already used to it, and she was extremely skilled at using all kinds of large basins and pots, and her movements were also very quick.

After boiling the eggs, I turned back to the work surface, picked up the cleaver, and started shaving the pig's leg.

After a few cuts, only a large bone remained.

Next, I started cutting the meat, slicing it into large pieces that big guys would like, skin and all...

The two chatted about everyday things while they worked.

We've come back to the previous topic.

“My husband’s father has raised pigs all his life. His skills are passed down through generations, so how could they be bad? But this time, the pig breed is different. It’s not a local black pig; it’s even better than a black pig. You can tell just by the smell when it’s stewed. You kids will have to eat from your bowls. I’ll bring you bowls for noodles at noon.”

His tone was brimming with pride.

The big guy didn't inquire about any new varieties.

I thought Aunt Hong was just bragging about her husband.

He chuckled and said modestly, "Look at you, we eat much smaller portions. It's not like we're having oil-splashed noodles for lunch. You need a big bowl for oil-splashed noodles, but today we're having stewed ribs with rice and steamed buns. A bowl will do."

"What did you say?" Aunt Hong glanced at him sideways. "Find your conscience. Every time we eat rice, you have to serve it three times. Aren't you busy enough?"

The big guy gave an awkward smile and didn't say anything.

Chop the ribs again, bang bang bang.

After chopping the ribs, they divided the pork.

I sorted the half-pig in the large bathtub into different parts: pork belly, hindquarters, shoulder meat, trotters, and pig's feet, and bagged them. I'll put them in the freezer to eat slowly later.

This job looks like something you do all the time.

Aunt Hong cut up the leg meat, then took a piece of pork belly and cut it up as well, afraid that there wouldn't be enough to eat.

Next, put the chopped ribs and cut meat into a large basin and soak them in water.

The eggs are cooked, then I took them out and rinsed them in cold water.

Press the eggshell against the countertop and roll it a few times. Then, gently peel it off. The eggshell, along with the inner membrane, will fall off completely, circle by circle.

The two of them worked together, and their efficiency was very high.

And it doesn't interfere with chatting about everyday things.

The conversation mainly revolved around the family life of the tall instructor.

How's my wife? How's the kids?

The big kid is only two years old, and he's incredibly mischievous. He's like a little tyrant at home, which is endlessly entertaining.

As someone with experience, Aunt Hong shared her parenting wisdom with him step by step, truly acting like an elder in the family...

The big guy, seven feet tall, quickly divided the meat to the last piece.

He paused for a moment, staring at the basin from left to right, as if he had seen something new.

"Aunt Hong, why does this pig's head look like that?"

Aunt Hong heard the voice and replied, "I just said, it's a new breed of pig, you've never seen one before, have you?"

With that, he put down the eggs in his hand and turned back to the worktable.

He scooped a large, smiling pig's head out of the basin.

Big ears, a long nose, and two dark circles under his eyes.

The more I look at it, the more festive it seems. "Tonight I'll make braised pig's face for you, and I'll cut off the meat from the neck to make a braised pig's head. You can wrap it in tofu skin, dip it in chili oil, and eat it as a cold dish."

She'd even planned out what to eat for dinner...
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The scene changes.

A large group of young men in blue firefighting training uniforms rushed into the kitchen.

One by one, they shouted, "Aunt Hong, Aunt Hong, what's for lunch today?", "Aunt Hong, are we having stewed meat for lunch? I can smell it!", "Aunt Hong, Aunt Hong, you're the best! You're like my own mother! I'm starving!"

"Aunt Hong..." "Aunt Hong..."

The kitchen is bustling with activity.

Aunt Hong was standing behind the counter, holding a large ladle in her hand.

He looked tired and weary, but he smiled as he looked at the group of young boys.

Each one of them is just like her children.

"For lunch, we'll have pork ribs, stewed meat, braised eggs, smashed cucumber, tomato salad, and garlic pea salad. Rice and steamed buns are all you can eat." "Have you all washed your hands? If you have, come and line up. Take your own basin."

A row of large square basins were placed on the worktable in front of Aunt Hong.

There was also a stack of tall stainless steel basins next to it, each bigger than a face.

She still used the bowl she used for eating oil-splashed noodles as tableware.

"I've washed it~~", "All done washing~~"

The group of boys answered loudly, just like little kids.

They lined up in a flash.

Pick up the rice bowl and scoop out a few spoonfuls of rice yourself. Each spoonful is the same amount as a regular bowl of rice at home. Several spoonfuls equal several bowls of rice, just enough to cover the bottom of the bowl.

Some people like to eat steamed buns. They'll take a chopstick and poke it into a pile of steamed buns, and wow, several buns will pop out in one go.

No missions today.

These firefighters spent the whole morning doing physical training.

They were exhausted and starving.

When they're not on a mission, they're always training, and their lives are very simple.

Going on missions is physically demanding and also very dangerous.

Therefore, the team must ensure that its members have sufficient nutrition every day.

This is what Aunt Hong is responsible for: making delicious meals for these boys every day in different ways.

A generous spoonful of ribs and large pieces of meat and eggs was poured directly onto the rice bowl.

Hands don't shake.

The rice bowl that had just been used to cover the ground was now overflowing with this spoonful.

That's not all, scoop two more eggs and stick them to the side.

Would you like some soup mixed with rice?

"want!"

Pour another half spoonful of soup on top.

Aunt Hong waved her hand, "Go get your own vegetarian dishes over there."

The firefighters carried their basins with both hands and moved them to the vegetable section. Uh... there was no room left to serve them.

Aunt Hong didn't care; in her mind, young men should eat more meat because it gives them energy.

She would often say, "Eat more meat, so you can hold down the fire hoses and run out faster when you're carrying people into the fire..."

As for a balanced diet of meat and vegetables.

I won't come back again to get another basin.

There's no rule saying you can only hold it once.

Even with regulations, it doesn't matter if it's Aunt Hong.

She didn't listen.

If you've seen the previous videos, you'll know that they specifically raised several black pigs, just like they used to raise pigs for the New Year.

Her husband, Old Zhang, slaughtered the animal and sent it over before the Lunar New Year to improve the lives of the firefighters. They ate it, took some home, and even packed some up for themselves.

They made complete contributions and did not use public funds for meals.

The answer is that since she called him "Auntie," he's her own child. As an aunt, I don't think anyone would object to her buying New Year's goods for her own child.

Year after year, it's been more than twenty years.

In the last two years, they've decreased, replaced by cured meat, ham, sauce, goose, melons, fruits, vegetables, and snacks.

The young team members really liked it.

She truly raised these boys as her own children.

However, today, one firefighter's food bowl only contained two eggs, no meat, and not even a single rib.

Finally, he scooped up half a spoonful of soup and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yuwa, well done! You really make your Aunt Hong proud. Aunt Hong is so happy for you."

The child's face was flushed, and his mouth was stretched almost to his ears as he chuckled foolishly.

"Go on, go on, everyone's waiting for you." Aunt Hong waved with a smile.

Yu Wa Zi responded heavily, "Yes!"

Carrying the rice bowl, she walked unsteadily out of the kitchen.

Aunt Hong watched his retreating figure as he walked out of the kitchen, and then sighed, "What a good boy."

Turning to the boys still in line, she praised them, "Good children, you are all good children. Aunt Hong will make meat for you all again later, for each and every one of you."

The other team members also grinned and chuckled foolishly.

The meat being cooked here is not the same as the meat we usually eat...
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Everyone had finished serving themselves their food.

But apart from Yu Wazi, no one else left the kitchen.

Instead, they lined up.

Aunt Hong took off her apron, filled a basin with a few pieces of pork ribs, and joined the last place in line.

The team members then got to work, leaving the kitchen and going out into the hallway.

Ahead, at the entrance of a building with a sign that reads "Cafeteria".

Yu Wazi, who had just gone out, was standing there with his rice bowl in his hand.

There were two other people, one on the left and one on the right.

On the left is a burly man who looks to be in his thirties.

That's the tall instructor on the right.

After the firefighters had all taken their positions in the corridor.

The instructor stepped forward and shouted, "Firefighter Yu Zhiyong of the Xixiang County Fire and Rescue Brigade successfully rescued three people trapped in a residential building fire in Xiakou Town yesterday and successfully extinguished the fire. There were no casualties among the residents, and Yu himself was unharmed!"

"Bravo!!" The entire audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

There was no applause.

My hands were occupied by the rice bowl.

Then, the burly man to Yu Zhiyong's left, presumably the captain, stepped forward, smiled, and said, "Let's begin."

Yu Zhiyong instantly became excited, his face turned bright red, his mouth stretched to his ears, and he swayed a little, as if he had drunk too much.

Following the battalion commander's order.

The firefighters lined up and walked up to Yu Zhiyong one by one, picking out the best piece of meat from their own bowls and putting it into Yu Zhiyong's bowl.

They also laugh, raise their eyebrows, and some, who like to be funny, even pout and blow a kiss.

Soon, Yu Zhiyong's rice bowl was piled high with stewed meat and ribs.

They are all the best.

Aunt Hong, who was walking at the back, also picked up a piece of meat from her own rice bowl and carefully placed it on top of Yu Zhiyong's mountain of meat. She then praised him, saying, "Good boy, really good boy. You saved someone and didn't get hurt yourself. That's so good, so good."

That's a really spot-on compliment.

Aunt Hong then handed the basin to the tall instructor, who also put it down and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Well done, perfect rescue! I've already reported to my superiors to celebrate your achievement."

Finally, it was the captain's turn.

After placing a piece of pork rib on the table, he waved his hand and said, "Eat!"

(End of this chapter)