Natural Disaster Farming [MTL]

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Chapter 41

Doomsday 32

On the night the community employees brought the benefits home, almost every family smelled with meat.

From time to time, the child slipped to the kitchen door and poked his head and looked in with his toes. The adult laughed and took a piece of meat from the pot with chopsticks, cooled it and put it in his mouth.

The child immediately closed his mouth tightly, as if the meat would run when it was slow. He chewed slowly, his mouth was full of meat, and his immature eyes glittered.

"Is it delicious?" Your lord asked.

"It's delicious. It's delicious. I still want it!" The child jumped and replied.

"Don't worry, let's eat together later."

Each person has a knife of meat, and the portions are not too much. Each person looks like two catties. The chefs in charge of the spoons at home have 180 kinds of meat in their hearts, but they are reluctant to finish them all at a time. Most of them carefully divide the meat into several parts, intending to keep it and take it out from time to time to satisfy the greed.

Li Guimei not only has a loud voice but also a bold woman. When she went home, she stewed the meat directly into braised pork.

"You have to eat a big bite of meat. What's delicious about shredded pork slices? Today, our family will take a big bite of braised pork and eat enough. As for the future, let's talk about it later. It's your own to eat it in our stomach." Li Guimei said to her son while stewing meat.

Li Guimei's son is 12 years old and has just graduated from primary school. He was going to junior high school, but now the class has been suspended. His son stood in the kitchen, smelling the meat and listening to his mother's broken thoughts.

"Mom, do you eat the chicken leg today? I like braised chicken legs.

Li Guimei raised her hand and poked her son's head: "If you eat, you will know how to eat. The days are over. I'll eat all day."

The son covered his pricked head and complained, "No wonder my father said that women are fickle. He just said that he would eat meat and didn't count himself until he eat it in his stomach. Now he has changed his mind again."

Li Guimei immediately put her hands on her chest and looked at her son: "What else did your father say?"

Son: "My father also said..."

What a child sold his father clean in an instant.

The man who was brushing the toilet in the bathroom suddenly felt that his back was cold and frowned doubtfully: "Did he catch a cold sleep last night?"

That night, many families ate their dreams of meat, and the next day at work, they all looked happy.

The next day at work, as soon as Tang Xue stepped into the door of the canteen, she heard Li Guimei's cheerful laughter. She is telling the other two people the joke that her son and her husband made about grabbing the last piece of braised pork at dinner last night.

"Did you really stew the whole piece?" Chen Yun asked incredibly.

"Of course, the meat tastes good, and it's not good to eat it little by little." Li Guimei took it for granted.

Chen Yun didn't have the courage as Li Guimei. She went home and divided one piece of meat into three parts, only one of which was stir-fried shredded pork, and the remaining two were stuffed into the refrigerator.

She works in the community and can occasionally get a little meat in the canteen. Her husband and daughter only eat relief food. Her husband hasn't been at work for a long time, and she is the only one left at home.