By the time they returned home, the sky had already grown dim.
Yang Mingcheng carried the grain they had bought into the granary, while Yang Zhengshan handed the pork, pork bones, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar to Wang.
"Father, why did you buy so much meat?" Wang stared at the pork and could not help swallowing.
"Make something tasty!" Yang Zhengshan did not explain, merely replying calmly.
There was no way to explain it. He could hardly say that he was unaccustomed to living in poverty.
"Alright!" Wang said happily.
In truth, she did not care what fit had taken Yang Zhengshan. She simply wanted to eat meat.
Wang had some skill in the kitchen. With oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and pork, she quickly prepared a tableful of food.
Pork stewed with Chinese cabbage.
Well, the entire tableful of food was one large basin of pork stewed with Chinese cabbage.
The whole family stared straight-eyed at the pork and cabbage stew on the table.
Yet, cowed by Yang Zhengshan's authority as the head of the household, they only stared and did not move their chopsticks.
"Father, divide the food!"
Wang could no longer hold back. Though the grease around her and her eldest grandson's mouths had already exposed that they had sneaked a few bites earlier, it did not stop them from wanting more.
Yang Zhengshan swept his gaze around the table before bringing out the meat buns.
He had bought twenty meat buns. He had given five to Yang Minghao, leaving fifteen.
There were now nine people in the household. Excluding his three-month-old eldest granddaughter, Yang Qingwan, there were eight.
After some thought, Yang Zhengshan gave three to his eldest grandson, three to his second grandson, and another three to his youngest daughter.
"Thank you, Grandpa! Grandpa