Five whole pigs, even though the guests ate some at noon, the remaining pork to be processed was still astounding.
As the guests left one by one, Wu Lan got everyone bustling with work, freezing what needed to be frozen, cutting what needed to be cut, curing what needed to be cured.
Seventh Uncle and the others were also tired from a day's work, so the dinner was rather simple, with a few big pots on the table, all filled with stews of mixed ingredients.
But in the deep winter, eating these tender and braised kill-the-pig dishes, that was heavenly with rice! At least Qin Yun and He Kuang were moved to tears, feeling utterly satisfied.
Wuwuwu, it's hard to imagine how unlucky they were to miss such a feast at noon!
Even Song Sancheng sighed, "Ah, it still tastes best when we eat with our own family!"
He was so busy at noon, he felt like he just stuffed his stomach without really savoring the food, constantly greeting guests...
