The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 367 New Year’s Eve

Since moving to Ganluchuan, although the accommodation conditions are not as good as in Hami City, Luo is still in a very good mood.

In Hami City, there lived Old Madam Xiong and the wives of several military officers.

Her mother-in-law, a fourth-rank general, was at most a respectable old lady.

At banquets, both large and small, one inevitably has to say flattering things to other people's grandmothers.

This can't compare to her status after she came to Ganluchuan.

Once she left the dugout, everyone who met her would respectfully address her as "Old Madam."

People praise her for being so lucky every day.

Even during the last two months when dozens of families were getting married, she was invited to sit in the seat of honor.

Back in her hometown, she was a widow with no parents and only one son.

What kind of family status could they possibly have?
The most glorious moments of my life in over thirty years have to be these last two months.

What pleased Luo even more was that the cartographic team her son, Zuo Wenkang, belonged to had completed their task.

This team was dispersed to various health stations half a month ago.

Zuo Wenkang, Gan Mingfu, Zuo Chixia, and all of Zuo's cousins ​​were assigned to Ganluchuan by General Xiong.

From now on, the son will work under his daughter-in-law.

What kind of suffering could a garrison commander possibly inflict on his son?
As for being ridiculed for being a gigolo, she didn't care at all.

The difference in fighting ability between the two is something even if the son didn't eat or drink and trained for fifty years, he still couldn't catch up.

If we can't compare, we have to accept it.

So many men would love to live off their daughter-in-law, but they can't.

This is not.

The capable daughter-in-law not only single-handedly stormed the stronghold of the Western Regions nomads, but also raided the royal palace's treasury.

The grain that was enough to feed 500,000 people for several months was bought and transported back by her daughter-in-law using gold coins from the Hu people's treasury.

When the old lady heard that buying this batch of grain had used up all the country's gold coins, she was heartbroken and started to sob.

But then she was comforted by the palm-sized golden rat that the Rat King had given her.

Not to mention that this solid golden rat weighs more than a pound.

They didn't even mention that their son had identified the golden rat as an antique that was hundreds of years old.

Just look at the exquisite carving and the emerald-encrusted rat eyes; their craftsmanship alone is quite valuable.

The old lady put the golden mouse in her quilt and cuddled it for several nights.

That sense of rarity even surpassed that of the Golden Grandson.

I endured it for several days before I managed not to replace the Buddha statue on the shrine with the Rat King statue.

Her family has a living rat king.

Other people's homes can only display wood carvings or stone carvings.

In any case, nine out of ten households in Ganluchuan have a shrine dedicated to the Rat King.

They bowed to the door every time they entered or left.

I pray for safety and prosperity.

On New Year's Eve, Gan Minglan was busy until the afternoon before she finally finished her official duties.

Holding her daughter, she began to inspect the New Year's Eve dinner feast.

Are you taking your baby out?

She was round and excited.

She snuggled into her mother's arms and pointed outside with her chubby little paws, wailing loudly.

"It's snowing again outside, aren't you cold?"

"puff"

Well, babies whose teeth haven't all come in yet are basically spitting.

She was wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket underneath a super soft mink coat.

My fleshy hands and feet are so warm.

"Let's go then, Mom can already smell the aroma of roasted meat, I'll take you there for a special meal!"

Where does the aroma of barbecue come from?
It's near the classroom greenhouse in the southeast corner of the city.

The young soldiers used this several-hundred-square-meter greenhouse as a classroom and canteen during the day, and as a dormitory at night.

Several dugouts were built next to it to serve as a kitchen, storage room, and toilet.

During the two months that Gan Minglan was away.

Manager Zhu sent several servants to Hami City to find the local Uyghurs to pay their tuition fees.

They learned how to build tandoor ovens and use them to bake naan and various kinds of meat.

We eat from the same pot, you know.

There are many times when you need a stove that can cook a lot of meals at once.

And so, on New Year's Eve, three tandoor ovens were started working simultaneously.

A tandoor oven is constantly baking naan.

The two tandoor ovens are used to roast camel meat, beef, mutton, and pigeon meat, respectively.

Lu Ye, Lv Chen, and Li Quan had already heard that tonight's menu included camel and pigeon meat, which they had never eaten before.

Dozens of boys surrounded the tandoor oven and refused to leave.

Seeing Gan Minglan lead Yuanyuan into the dugout, everyone swarmed around her.

"Master, Master, we eat mutton every day, but what does camel meat taste like? Oh, and pigeon meat too!"

"Meat tastes like meat, right? This time, when marinating the meat, I added a lot of spices that the Hu people usually like to use. You'll be able to smell the aroma when the pit is opened later!"

Pigeon meat was even more amazing; it was the king of the Hu people's kingdom's favorite dish, and he couldn't sleep at night without eating roasted pigeon.

"Slurp."

Hearing her description, the boys started swallowing hard.

I don’t know why.

He clearly eats his fill at every meal, with meat at every single one.

I just have such a strong craving.

The pigeon meat is the first to be roasted.

The lid of the tandoor oven was lifted.

The people crammed into the dugout kitchen were all in an uproar.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

"It doesn't smell like lamb at all!"

"Master, Master, shall we eat a pigeon to fill our stomachs now?"

I really can't wait any longer.

The golden-brown pigeon meat was so tempting that one couldn't wait for all the dishes to be prepared before they were served.

Not to mention the teenagers who were craving meat, even little Yuanyuan, who was hiding in her mother's arms, started to make a fuss.

People pointed at the strings of steaming pigeons and enthusiastically shouted, "Eat! Eat!"

There wasn't a single place in the entire Ganluchuan region that she hadn't been to.

She's been to this big kitchen, in particular, several times.

The cooks couldn't resist feeding their adorable little master.

She then realized that she could make delicious meat dishes from the three large pits.

The meat tastes better than ever today.

The baby has a very keen sense of smell.

What can Gan Minglan do?

Each person gets only one roasted pigeon; that's all.

If you're willing to eat it, then eat it in advance.

She and her daughter accompanied the young soldiers to have an early New Year's Eve dinner in the classroom, and then gave each of them a ten-tael silver ingot as their year-end bonus.

That's it for this year.

After the work lunch, the mother and daughter, who had only eaten half a meal, were waiting for their family to come home for the New Year's Eve reunion.

Compared to the hearty stew cooked in large pots, Granny Wang's small-pot stew was much more refined.

After a few rounds of drinks, Mr. Luo felt a pleasant buzz.

He kept muttering, "I guess I had good taste in choosing my daughter-in-law back then."

Zuo Wenkang possessed the original owner's memories, so he naturally understood what his mother meant.

I blushed with embarrassment at the scheming of that mother and son back then.

I blushed, though.

If it weren't for the cause planted by the original owner, he wouldn't have been able to enjoy this result in this life.

My heart felt like I had a stolen rabbit inside me.

It bounced around wildly.

After drinking several cups, he just kept staring at his wonderful wife and grinning foolishly.

His infatuated look made Gan Mingfu, who was spending the New Year with his sister's family tonight, cringe.

Gan Mingfu snorted, "The wine tonight is a bit sour!"

Fatty quickly ladled a bowl of soup for his uncle: "Uncle, drink less alcohol and more soup. This pigeon soup is very delicious."

Gan Mingfu: "."

Hmph! Your pigeon soup is sour too!

(End of this chapter)