Early the next morning, Ye Yaodong got up full of energy. With the boat inspection on his mind, he did not go out to sea.
Since he was up early, he helped cook breakfast and let his wife go back to sleep. Once the rice porridge was cooked and left covered to finish steaming, he planned to wander over to the Village Center and see whether anyone had brought pork to sell.
He remembered that, as long as it was not raining, someone usually came every morning pushing a handcart loaded with pork and vegetables. Occasionally, there were fruit sellers too.
Perhaps he had gotten up too early. Only after wandering around the village did he finally see the pork seller's handcart arrive, probably after selling his way through the villages along the route.
Pork was not cheap these days, and neither were bones. Fat was the most expensive-resources were scarce, after all.
Since his rebirth, every meal had been seafood and vegetables, seafood and vegetables. He could count the times he had eaten meat on ten fingers-no, five fingers!
Ye Yaodong picked out a rib and a strip of pork belly. Seeing the pork fat beside them, he remembered that they were currently cooking with rapeseed oil, made from rapeseed his in-laws grew and pressed themselves. He did not know how much was left, either. Rapeseed oil was not as fragrant as lard.
His hand moved faster than his mind, and he picked up a strip of fat as well. Once rendered, the lard would keep without spoiling anyway, and stir-fries tasted better cooked in it. His wife could not go without meat, either. How was she supposed to put on weight eating vegetables and seafood all day?
As for whether he would get scolded for bringing it home-ah,