The snowcock tasted truly delicious.
Liang Yuemei had already mastered the trick to cooking wild game: use plenty of seasoning to mask its strong, gamey smell.
In the past, she would never have been willing to use so much, but now Li Long brought back large bags of seasoning every so often. He would not listen when she tried to stop him, so she let him be.
The result was that everything she cooked, whether wild boar, roe deer, hare, or anything else, tasted wonderful.
Now Liang Yuemei had also taken Li Long's advice and made refined grains their everyday staple. After all, the two children were still growing, and they could not skimp on their food-she still remembered how Li Juan had wolfed down the meat the first time they made hand-eaten lamb after Li Long brought home frozen mutton.
It made her heart ache as a mother.
Nothing mattered more than the children. Since they had the food, her husband had agreed, and her brother-in-law had recommended it too, they would make refined grains their staple and let the children grow up healthy.
But every day when she steamed buns, Liang Yuejuan still made a few with half cornmeal and half wheat flour for herself and Li Jianguo.
Li Long could not persuade her otherwise, so he stopped trying. Having lived two lives, he understood how most people thought at the time. The land had not yet been allotted to individual households, and grain was still scarce. They saved wherever they could.
"Juan, Qiangqiang, have these drumsticks. The meat's delicious!" At the table, Li Long gave each child a drumstick, then picked up a wing for himself and happily began gnawing on it.
Li Jianguo and Liang Yuejuan exchanged a glance and smiled.
It was a delicious meal.