Liu Ji knew that Qin Yao was going to bring home silver today, so he ran to the village entrance early in the morning, specifically waiting for someone heading to the town to buy meat.
There were ribs and pork belly with the perfect balance of fat and lean meat. They made several fragrant meat dishes that night, which tempted Da Lang and the others to linger at the kitchen door, uninterested in practicing their calligraphy.
As soon as Qin Yao entered the house, she smelled the enticing aroma of the meat, and her mood lifted significantly.
Liu Ji looked over from the kitchen, "Wife, you're back!"
"The last dish is almost done. Once you freshen up, we can have dinner."
Qin Yao curiously peered into the main room, "Quite a spread today, so many dishes."
On the dining table, there was a pot of clear stewed red date yam ribs, a plate of green peppers stir-fried with pork belly, a dish of refreshing pickled radish, and a Chinese cabbage tofu soup cooking in the kitchen.
