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Chapter 537 What's wrong with eating well? (Seeking monthly votes)

By the time I got home, it was almost 7:40.

With the remaining 1.3 yuan in my pocket, I bought 13 large meat buns, weighing about 3 jin (1.5 kg).

When he returned to the courtyard with the steamed buns, the whole place was in an uproar.

This is such a waste of money!
Wu Aiguo ignored all of this. Faced with his father Wu Zhi's dissatisfaction, he simply said irritably, "It's not like we can't afford it, why are we being so frugal?"

"Look at Third Sister, she's clearly malnourished!"

"Looking at Ai Dang and Ai Jun, it's obvious they haven't eaten enough either. I don't know what to say!"

Wu Zhi subconsciously looked at his youngest daughter; her hair was dry and brittle, and her face was sallow, indicating malnutrition.

Looking at the two younger sons, they also looked pale and sickly.

The anger that had subsided suddenly flared up again.

"Aihong, check if there are any eggs left at home!"

Wu Aiguo instructed, "If there is any, give each person a bowl of egg drop soup!"

"If you don't have any, then make five bowls of sweet soup, let's eat something nice!"

Seeing that Wu Zhi did not object, Wu Aihong happily went off to do her work.

Wu Ai Dang and Wu Ai Jun were also called upon to help.

This breakfast was incredibly delicious!

Wu Zhi and Wu Aiguo each had three large meat buns, Wu Aidang and Wu Aijun each had two and a half, and Wu Aihong ate the last two.

There's nothing that can be done; ingrained patriarchal thinking and behavior are not so easily changed.

When Wu Zhi was about to go out to deposit money, Wu Aiguo asked him to reimburse the cost of breakfast and the subsequent groceries.

"What do you want to do?"

Wu Zhi had a bad feeling, but he still handed over all the change in his pocket, which was about ninety yuan, to Wu Aiguo.

"Hehe, since our family has the means, we should naturally eat better!"

Wu Aiguo took the money and said without any politeness, "Once the money goes into your stomach, it's yours, not something that's being spent on someone else for no reason!"

These words left Wu Zhi utterly embarrassed. He didn't say anything more and hurriedly left home.

Ha ha……

Wu Aiguo didn't know how to evaluate his biological father. He could only say that he couldn't control his wife, and it was he who suffered the most.

He wouldn't keep money in his pocket if he had it.

He told Ai Hong that everything was fine and that she was just playing in the courtyard.

As for Ai Dang and Ai Jun, they've long since disappeared.

He went for another stroll around Beihai. Yesterday's spot was already taken, but Uncle Yan Bugui from the next courtyard arrived early as usual, clearly confident from yesterday's success.

I found a shady shallow beach and, under the astonished gazes of the nearby fishermen, stunned a few more grass carp.

Before noon, he leisurely went home.

"Aihong, clean this fish!"

Wu Aiguo pointed to the largest grass carp and instructed, "The rest of them should be kept in water in wooden basins for now, and we'll eat them tonight!"

After giving his instructions, he went to the nearest supply and marketing cooperative and bought some seasonings and some unsold vegetables, none of which looked very good.

He didn't care about that; he bought some as long as they weren't rotten.

Vegetables from this era have virtually no pesticide or fertilizer residues, making them truly organic foods; however, the variety is too limited.

When he got home, he cooked for himself.

Under the adoring gaze of his younger sister Ai Hong, he prepared a pot of sauerkraut fish, along with braised eggplant and spicy and sour green beans. In his previous life, he had also learned cooking skills in his spare time.

It seems so. I was influenced by a fantasy novel that used cooking knife skills to achieve enlightenment, mainly because some of the concepts in it seemed to make a lot of sense.

The protagonist was originally a battlefield god of war, whose battlefield swordsmanship had reached an astonishing level.

Later, due to various changes, he left the military camp and lived in seclusion, opening a small restaurant in a remote rural area.

He gradually integrated his terrifying battlefield knife skills into his kitchen knife work, even reaching an astonishing level of skill comparable to that of a master butcher.

With such superb knife skills alone, the protagonist possesses terrifying destructive power comparable to that of a martial arts master.

Wu Aiguo felt that this kind of concept was worth learning.

The preparation of many dishes requires exceptional knife skills.

Exquisite knife skills, on the other hand, require subtle control over the strength of the arm.

For example, the famous Wensi Tofu cannot be made without superb knife skills and subtle control of arm strength.

Wu Aiguo's knife skills are absolutely top-notch.

I can't make complicated dishes, but I can easily make ordinary ones.

Without skimping on oil and salt, the aroma of the cooked dishes quickly filled the entire courtyard, attracting frequent glances from the neighbors.

Some shameless people, who love to visit others' homes, would even come directly to ask, "Aiguo, I didn't know you had such good cooking skills!"

"Haha, if Aunt Li were to use more oil and salt when she cooks, I guarantee her food would be even more fragrant and delicious!"

"What are you making? It smells so good!"

Aunt Li's face lit up with joy, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva repeatedly.

"Pickled cabbage fish!"

Wu Aiguo opened the pot lid a crack, and the next moment an extremely rich aroma of fish and meat wafted out.

"What a wonderful day it is today, that it's so extravagant?"

Aunt Li swallowed hard a few more times before asking curiously.

"What good days are there?"

Wu Aiguo said calmly, "What happened at my house last night must have spread throughout the entire courtyard by now, right?"

"In my opinion, it's better for family members to eat the money at home rather than for outsiders to benefit them!"

Aunt Li pursed her lips, wanting to say that it was too wasteful.

But after thinking about what happened in Wu Aiguo's family, she really felt that Wu Aiguo did the right thing. If it were her, she probably would have been cursing the heavens and the earth and the air.

Fortunately, Aunt Li still had a sense of boundaries. After Wu Aidang and Wu Aijun returned, having sensed the smell, she made an excuse to leave with difficulty.

It smells so good!

That noon, Wu Aiguo and his two younger brothers and sister were eating heartily, their mouths greasy with oil, but the whole courtyard was filled with the sound of people swallowing their saliva.

In many homes, children are clamoring for meat, but Wu Aiguo pretends not to hear them.

In later generations, the food that would have been enough for a whole table of people was devoured by the brothers, who patted their round bellies and were quite content.

Clearly, the significant improvement in the family's meals made the brothers Wu Aidang and Wu Aijun unusually obedient and well-behaved. They even helped their younger sister, Wu Aihong, clean up the dishes, completely forgetting about their mother who had gone back to her parents' home.

Why would I miss her?

If Zhang Li were home, the two brothers would only be able to eat this well during major holidays. There's no harm in comparison.

Wu Aiguo didn't think that much about it. If he had the means, who would want to live a miserable life?
Besides, he needs to practice martial arts to improve his strength, and he can't do that without sufficient nutrition. His physical condition was really too poor before. He wouldn't save his father money on food, so he would do whatever was best possible within the limits of his abilities.

(End of this chapter)