It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

As soon as they returned home, they saw several children turning over and drying herbs in the yard.

Seeing their elder sister and grandmother coming back from the city, they all rushed towards them, howling.

Although Mrs. Wu took a few steps back after being bumped by her grandson who was like a calf, she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Okay, okay, your sister bought some meat for you today, and your grandma will stew it for you tonight."

When the two younger brothers, Song Cheng and Song Kang, heard that they would have meat to eat, they jumped three feet high with joy.

The last time they ate meat was during the Chinese New Year.

Several months have passed since then, and the two children have almost forgotten what the meat tastes like.

The older Song Huan was still thinking about selling the Jinyu Cake. Seeing his sister buy some meat, he hurried over and asked, "Sister, have you sold the cakes yet?"

Song Zhi smiled and nodded, "It's sold, all sold out. The meat we can buy today is all earned by you."

Song Huan quickly expressed his opinion, "Sister, from now on, you can leave the peeling of mung beans to us."

"And me, and me." Song Cheng patted his chest to express his support. The younger brother beside him also patted his chest to show that he would help.

Song Zhi, "Then I'll leave this job to you. I'll pay you later."

When the children heard this, they were excited and happy, and they surrounded Song Zhizhi.

Song An, who was too embarrassed to talk, reached out to take the basket from Wu's hand, "Grandma, let me help you carry the things to the kitchen."

Mrs. Wu knew that her grandson had argued with her cousin many times in the past to protect his mother, and it seemed that he was too embarrassed to do so now.

She didn't force herself to get involved in the children's affairs. She just smiled and said, "The basket is heavy, you can't lift it. Go help grandma light the fire. I'll make some lard residue for you to eat later."

Song An was only a ten-year-old child after all. When he heard his grandmother say there was oil residue to eat, his eyes lit up and he swallowed subconsciously, "I'll go get some firewood now."

Looking at her grandson running away in a hurry, Mrs. Wu couldn't help but shake her head and laugh.

After making the children happy, the next step is to prepare food.

The clay pot is used to boil bone soup, and the iron pot is used to boil pork fat.

As the temperature in the pot rose, the lard in the pot began to sizzle, and the aroma instantly reached the noses of the children.

While refining the oil, Song Zhi waved to the children who were approaching the stove and said, "Stand away. Don't let the oil splash on your face."

The children took a few steps back, then moved to the stove, craning their necks to look at it eagerly.

Seeing this, Song Zhi felt both sad and amused.

It's just a piece of lard, but it's a delicacy that children can't easily eat.

She picked up the spoon again and continued to concentrate on refining the oil.

As the temperature continues to rise, the lard in the pot gradually turns golden and transparent, and a richer aroma fills the entire kitchen, making people salivate.

"Sister, this oil residue smells so good!" Song Cheng couldn't help but put his hand into his mouth and said with anticipation on his face.

"Just wait a little longer, and then I'll mix some lard with sugar for you to eat."

As she spoke, she carefully used a shovel to scoop out the refined oil residue, leaving behind the clear and transparent lard.

Song Zhi held the sticky oil residue and warned, "You haven't eaten meat for a long time, so don't eat too much. Do you hear me?"

The children nodded enthusiastically.

Seeing that they were willing to obey, Song Zhi placed the bowl on the snack table, turned around and took out some candy she had just bought today and sprinkled some on it. After mixing it, she said, "Eat it."

When the children heard this, they didn't care about the heat at all and put the oil residue covered with sugar grains into their mouths.

The little ones were squeaking and chomping with joy.

At this time, Song Huan picked up a piece of oil residue and handed it to Song Zhi, "Sister, eat too."

Song Zhi opened her mouth and took a bite. The oil residue was crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside. It tasted really good.

Seeing this, Song Kang took out the oil residue that he was about to put into his mouth and handed it to Song Zhi eagerly, "Sister, eat it."

Song Zhi looked at the saliva-stained oil residue, smiled and rubbed her little brother's head, "Sister has tasted it, you can eat it yourself, but you can only eat two pieces at most, understand?"

After all, he was only three years old, and when he saw that his sister only allowed him to have two, his little mouth pouted.

Song Zhi hugged the skinny little kid and promised, "Be good, and grandma will make some meat porridge for us later."

When Song Kang heard this, the oil residue no longer smelled good to him, and his little head nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

In the past, my family was poor and we only ate vegetable porridge for two meals a day.

After eating it for a few days, Song Zhi felt her legs and feet became weak and her face turned pale.

Since she didn't make any money before, she didn't feel comfortable asking for anything, and her family only had three meals a day.

Now that they have determined a way to make money, the family's predicament has been alleviated to a certain extent. Song Zhi also feels that there needs to be some changes in the diet.

If not for anything else, just for the whole family to have good health and get sick less, there should be no shortage of food.

The little ones had been listening attentively to what Song Zhi had just said.

Especially Song Cheng, his eyes lit up after hearing that there was meat porridge to eat.

He swallowed his saliva and followed suit, picking up a piece of oil residue and bringing it to Grandma's mouth, "Grandma, eat some oil residue."

Wu subconsciously put it into her mouth and chewed it. It was so delicious!

Worried about the children's greed, she warned them anxiously, "Don't eat too much, or you might get an upset stomach."

Song Cheng nodded vigorously, then leaned over with a well-behaved look on his face, and asked expectantly, "Grandma, do you want to make some meat porridge for us?"

"Sister said that grandma would make us some meat porridge later. Is grandma really going to make some meat porridge?"

Mrs. Wu looked at her grandson's bright and joyful eyes and stopped talking about refusing.

Never mind, the bone soup has been cooked, at most I will just have to grab a few handfuls of corn. It’s rare that the children are so happy, and Mrs. Wu doesn’t want them to be disappointed.

Just as she was about to answer, Song Zhi came over and directly stated her proposal, "Grandma, I think our family will eat three meals a day in the future."

Wu was stunned.

After a while, he said disapprovingly: "Why do we need to eat three meals a day when there is no festival?"

"Our family's current grain needs to be mixed with vegetables to last until the summer harvest. It can't sustain three meals a day."

Farmers only eat three meals a day during festivals or busy farming seasons when they have to do heavy physical labor. They can't afford such a large amount of food on weekdays.

Song Zhi knew that it would be impossible to convince her grandmother the first time.

She just presented the facts and analyzed the pros and cons.

"My family originally had no income and was in debt. To support the elderly and children, we had no choice but to live frugally."

"But the price is heavy. Several of my children are smaller than their peers, and my younger brother gets sick at the slightest sign of trouble."

"Ultimately, it's because the food is too poor and the foundation is insufficient."

"Now, whether it's collecting herbs in the mountains or making cakes, these things all require physical strength. I only eat two bowls of vegetable porridge a day. In the short term, maybe nothing will be noticeable, but over time, she's worried that her family won't be able to handle it and will get sick from the exhaustion."

Song Zhi tried her best to persuade.