Mother Zhang couldn't bear to watch any longer. Although there were many things, if they were divided according to Xiao Wu's way, there would be no way to make cured meat. When spring comes and there's a shortage of meat during the busy farming season, they would be ready; the cured meat could be stored in a small warehouse afterwards.
Xi Zi called Zhang Guoqing over. Zhang Guoqing checked the time, which seemed about right, so he ran to the kitchen and used fire tongs to pick up a mud ball, checking to find it indeed cracked open.
He smiled at Xi Zi, "The little guys are really familiar with it. Here's a task for you, right now! Immediately! Serve the wine to your grandfather, your dad, and your second uncle! Then come back quickly."
Xi Zi happily saluted him, "Yes, sir. Just a moment, Commander. I'll be right back." He grabbed three bowls and ran to the living room to set them up.
Mr. Zhang saw him running over, "What are you doing, no rush, be careful not to fall."
