An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"I originally thought we would be grilling in the practice field. No wonder I smelled the aroma of barbecue in my dreams." Jing Chunxi stood in the shade of a tree, fanning himself with his hands and muttering to himself.

She indeed got out of bed because she smelled the noisy sounds outside and the aroma of barbecue.

When she walked under the tree, she found that the pig roasting scene was even more lively than she had imagined. No wonder so many people gathered there.

Jing Chunxi didn't dare to get too close. After all, in such hot weather, the heat waves from the charcoal fire were unbearable.

She was already sweating all over after just a slight movement. If she got any closer, she would probably be roasted like the pig.

Someone was busy turning the roasted pig, brushing a layer of oil on the pig from time to time. The fat dripped onto the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound and filling the air with fragrance. She heard the sound of someone swallowing saliva.

Jing Yi's ears were very sharp, and he could hear even the quiet murmurs: "Roasted in the training ground? How is your mother going to eat it? You're only concerned about your mouths!"

Some children stuck out their tongues, and some lowered their heads in embarrassment. They didn't hear Jing Chunxi's mumbling and thought Jing Yi was talking to them.

Pretending not to hear, Jing Chunxi smiled and returned his gaze to the roasted pig.

The pig skin gradually becomes golden and crispy under the charcoal fire, and the fat slowly flows down the texture of the meat, emitting an enticing aroma.

She couldn't help but imagine the feeling of taking a bite of the crispy skin, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a lingering fragrance in her mouth.

If you answer Jing Yi, who knows what he might say that's even more infuriating.

Obviously she didn't mean that, she just assumed it.

My mother doesn't like going to the practice field, so she and my brother could have packed up some and brought it back. The purpose was to make it convenient for everyone. He made her sound like she was so unfilial.

Besides, my mother doesn’t really like barbecue. At most, she would just taste a few pieces. Roasting pig is just for entertainment, do you know?

Thinking of this, Jing Chunxi glared at the roasted pig with anger. Looking at the roasted pig in front of him, whose skin was already a little crispy and yellow, Jing Chunxi suddenly thought of something.

He said angrily: "Didn't I give you a pig?"

Mother clearly said that two pigs were killed, and one was given to Jingyi to control. How come one is not enough and he comes here to eat and drink for free?

Wouldn’t it be nice to drink a lot of wine and eat a lot of meat with your brothers on the Daqing Mountain?

He glanced at Jing Qiurong, who was sitting on the side hugging Yan Jie'er, and then at Jing Chunxi. Jing Yi said, "If I hadn't come, you would have to eat raw pigs!"

His tone was still as infuriating, and he then pointed at the people who were busy.

The men busy adding fire, applying oil and roasting pigs, except for a martial arts instructor, were two unfamiliar men, both in their twenties, not like the group of people who usually worked in the fields.

But they were very skilled in applying oil and adding ingredients. You could tell at a glance that they had eaten a lot of roasted pork, roasted beef and roasted mutton. They must have come down from the top of the mountain.

Jing Chunxi was speechless. She was just wondering why Li Zhuangtou didn't call more people over. She didn't believe that these people living in Qingshan Villa didn't know how to roast a pig. It was obvious that they also came from the battlefield.

The pig who was greedy for them refused to admit it and gave such a good reason, but she was speechless.

Jing Qiurong was helpless seeing the two people who always bickered and ended up talking to each other whenever they got together.

She scolded her daughter, but she was usually well-behaved and polite to everyone. But with Jing Yi, eh! It was like someone owed someone something in a past life, and she refused to give in.

Too lazy to be the boss of the two of them, Jing Qiurong simply looked across.

The children gathered in a circle, their faces red from the charcoal fire, but they stared at the pig that had been roasted to a golden and crispy texture without blinking. It seemed that the chicken from yesterday had been almost digested, and everyone wanted to pounce on it and take a bite.

Jing Qiurong couldn't help laughing when she saw the greedy looks of these children.

She waved her hand and said loudly, "We'll set up a table outside for dinner later."

"Wu Tou, you're responsible for finding someone to move the tables and stools. Remember to set them up properly, and try not to let everyone get exposed to the sun.

Also, please don't get the tables and chairs dirty. Whoever makes them dirty is responsible for cleaning them!"

She paused and added, "By the way, go see if the bone porridge is ready. If it is, carry it out too."

"okay!"

Wutou answered crisply, his voice full of enthusiasm.

This answer made Jing Yi couldn't help but look up at him with a bit of approval in his eyes.

Wutou was even happier when he saw this. He loved taking orders, especially those assigned by Brother Jing and Auntie, and he was particularly enthusiastic.

Every time he received a task, he felt that it was a sign of his aunt's appreciation and trust in him, and his heart was filled with pride.

As soon as Jing Qiurong finished speaking, Wu Tou immediately straightened his back and began to give orders in an orderly manner like a little general.

“Everyone hurry up, those in the big class, move the tables, and those in the small class, move the stools;

Go and move the dishes a second time, and no one can eat without doing it;

Liutou and Xiaoman, come with me to carry the porridge."

His voice was loud and powerful, and his tone was full of unquestionable authority, giving him the demeanor of a boss.