Transformed into Little Fubao, known as the Little Expert in Pitfalls

Chapter 158 Oh My God, the Earth

Seeing that the food was about to get cold if they didn't eat it, Ye Tianyong quickly asked everyone to eat first and talk about it later.

The few of them could only suppress their excited and restless hearts, and began to pick up a dish at random with their chopsticks and start eating.

After a while, several people were attracted by the food in front of them.

Oh my god.

O earth!

What a divine delicacy this is.

Zhuzi picked up a piece of the soybean-stewed pig's trotter in front of him with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. At first he was chewing it slowly and reservedly until he tasted that the pig's trotter was stewed fat but not greasy, soft and tender in the mouth, with a faint bean fragrance.

He began to eat hurriedly and voraciously. The aroma of soybeans and pig's trotters filled the air and bounced back and forth in his mouth. He wished he could pick up the plate of soybean stewed pig's trotters in front of him and swallow it directly without even spitting out the bones.

Ugh……

Just think about it and you know it's impossible.

I didn’t expect that the pig’s trotters, which were considered unpalatable and smelly by most people, could be cooked so well by the women of the Old Ye family…

Several people felt that the pig's trotters in their mouths suddenly became high-end from the lowest class.

Hu Zi's father also ate the dry-fried pork tenderloin which was closest to him. He had never eaten this kind of fried meat before. You know, oil was a precious commodity in that era.

How valuable is it?

It is so precious that the wife at home only pours a little bit into the dish every time she cooks, saying that a little bit is enough. A little bit of oil can satisfy your craving, stop your hunger, and replenish the energy in your body so that you won't be paralyzed by hunger.

One day at noon, he had a sudden idea. He wanted to pour more oil into the pot when cooking, just like other families did. However, his wife refused to do it. The next afternoon, he went to Tianyong's second sister-in-law and asked for a note with the word "oil" on it for him.

It is said that when you learn to write the word "oil" and write it many times, you can see other people pouring oil without looking around.

So I won't compare myself with others.

Hu Zi’s father...

What he still can't figure out is why his son always adds oil to his egg custard, and more than in his cooking.

Can't he just add a little bit on that day?

My wife is too partial.

The son is her biological son, so this man was given to her for free and is worthless.

Hu Zi's mother seemed to sense something and glanced at Hu Zi's father. Hu Zi's father immediately lowered his head and checked to see if there were any rice grains on his body as if to conceal it. Then he continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

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Compared to the adults' table, with their occasional small movements and weird atmosphere, the children at Yingbao's table were relatively more harmonious, and their main focus was on eating.

The food was amazing.

Everyone was too busy to think about other things, and occasionally when they had a good meal, they would say something like:

"good to eat."

"too delicious."

"Yes, yes"

"........."

Suddenly, Hu Zi made a brilliant finishing move, "It's much better than what my mother did."

Xiao Huzi is a professional stabber, and he especially stabs his mother in the heart.

If Hu Zi's father heard this, he would definitely criticize his wife and say, "Look at you, what's the use of having a biological son?"

Don't we still have to count on him at the critical moment?

Instead of spending time feeding your son egg custard, why not give him more nourishment?

This was also thanks to Hu Zi's low voice, as the adults were enjoying their drinks and meals.