"I can smell the meat from far away, so much meat."

The speaker was a thin old gentleman, with a pale face, sunken eye sockets, many **** openings on his lips, and at the corners of his mouth. His sparse hair was white and black, and he was skinny, like a skeleton.

He was wearing a tunic suit that had been washed white with a lot of patches, but it was clean and tidy, with shallow creases still visible. The old man sat up straight, his eyes were bright like light, and his whole body exuded a distinctive temperament.

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

Su Wanrou said cheerfully, and took the male chopsticks and put a big fat piece of meat for the old gentleman. Nowadays, people like to eat lean meat, but at this time, the most popular is the oily fat.

In the past few years, when she was short of oil and food, anyone's eyes would light up when they saw a big piece of fatty meat. Like Su Wanrou, who didn't like to eat fatty meat before, and even disliked the slightest bit of it.

Now-

"It's really fragrant. The pork raised is delicious. The wild taste is too strong."

Su Wanrou chewed the fat with relish, the oil splashed in her mouth, and some splashed into her throat. That feeling was more satisfying than eating abalone before.

She hadn't eaten pork for four years. When her husband was there, she could eat every once in a while, but after her husband left, she couldn't see even a tiny bit of meat, only the wild things Huo Jinzhi brought from the mountain.

But wild things have a strong taste, and the meat is also woody. Without good seasonings, it is not delicious. Su Wanrou's cooking skills are just like that. She can only stew with **** and garlic, and there is no cooking wine, soy sauce, vinegar and sugar. The taste can be imagined. .

But thanks to these wild animals, they survived the long four years and did not starve to death.

The old man kept drooling in his mouth. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time, but he still ate slowly, with graceful movements and very particular table manners. Huo Jinzhi was the same. Not slow, I ate three or four pieces of meat in just a while.

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

The old gentleman ate a piece of meat, and his complexion improved a lot. In fact, he was not seriously ill, just hungry.

"The potatoes also have a meaty taste. Mr. Qi, eat more. There are two or three catties of meat." Su Wanrou couldn't help persuading her, and was very polite to the old gentleman.

The old gentleman's surname is Qi. He was transferred from another brigade to Mopanshan brigade three years ago. No one knows what happened. The Mopanshan brigade's surname is also Tang, and most of the brigade's surname is Tang.

Captain Tang used to be the mayor of the village, but later became the production captain. He has great prestige in the team and is a kind person. Mr. Qi takes good care of him. It is the easiest job to let him herd cattle in the team. Every month Give him some rations from the team.

But I don't dare to give too many points, otherwise the rest of the team will make trouble, and the rations will be enough for Mr. Qi to hang himself. He lives next door to Huo's house, and Huo Jinzhi often helps him with his work.

In return, Mr. Qi taught Huo Jinzhi cultural knowledge. Later, he simply handed over his rations, and the two started a business together, barely able to mix half full.

"Eat as much as you want. Children need to be nourished when they grow up."

Mr. Qi only ate two or three pieces of meat. He only ate potatoes. It was as delicious as stewed potatoes. He was old. Eating too much meat was a waste. Huo Jinzhi's children should eat more.

Moreover, the Tang family sent meat this time, but it may not be the case next time, so let's save the meat for the children.