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"But, ~ I can't finish it!" Tang Shuang watched the braised pork with her mouth watering. She was also jealous, but the other two bowls of braised pork were shared by more than ten people, and each person could only get two or three pieces at most. How could she eat it all by herself?

"Cousin, little Dumpling, come here quickly. The three of us will have a bowl with the icing."

"Hey! Hehe! Auntie, Tuanzi will eat with cousin Xi." The little glutinous rice dumpling seemed to like the name given to her by cousin Xi very much. She came running over happily with a half-bitten meat bun in her hand.

"Eat it, and you'll become a little cutie."

She first picked up five pieces for Tang Shuang, then two pieces for Xiao Mingzhu, and picked up a piece of shiny, transparent, and sizzling braised pork for herself. She swirled it around her lips and threw it into her cousin's bowl. Jing Mingyue glared, but was also happy that she was treated fairly. Xiao Mingzhu laughed so hard that she fell over, and even Tang Shuang grinned, thinking that the little master was so funny.

"It's so delicious! The oil sizzles out when you bite it."

"Why do I feel that the food cooked in this post station tastes almost the same as the food cooked by the cook in our mansion?"

"really!"

……

Jing Chunxi: Even a few bites of delicious food can’t stop them from asking questions. It’s so difficult!

Jing Chunxi made up a story: "Isn't the cooking method for braised pork similar?"

Everyone ate with relish, their mouths drooling, but they also didn't forget to talk and comment on the food.

I ate several pieces of icing sugar, and when my mouth was free, I said, "Master, it tastes exactly the same as what we had last night, right?"

Jing Chunxi: Shut up! This cook is indeed from General Jing's mansion. We had the same meat last night!

Jing Chunxi: "The food cooked by the Marquis's mansion's cook tastes the same." See how you still say that.

Tang Shuang thought what the young lady said made sense, but You You blurted out, "I've never eaten anything from the Marquis' Mansion."

Everyone: ...Poor thing, this child has never eaten meat, no wonder she eats so much. If there are any left tomorrow night, we should save two more pieces for her.

After eating enough meat,

"What should we do with more than a dozen buns left?" Originally, each person got two meat buns, and the frosting got two more, so there were only seven or eight left. However, because of the addition of oil and water, the little boy only ate one, and the female relatives also ate one. If there were more, two people would get one more. But if there were no more, there would be too many left!

"How about giving it to my second uncle and his family?" Silang suggested uncertainly. My second uncle and his wife were usually quite nice to her. They often visited their family and would bring over any delicious food they made.

The little glutinous rice dumpling wrinkled his face and wanted to cry: "They are from my family!"

Jing Mingyue glared at him angrily: "What are we going to eat tomorrow?"

Tang Shuang suddenly remembered something and quickly waved her hand: "They all got five extra buns."

Everyone is very concerned about protecting their food.

"Save it for tomorrow, and keep your mouths shut so others don't know that we eat differently." The old lady interrupted her immediately.

The little glutinous rice dumpling immediately became happy again and covered his mouth tightly: "Don't tell me, don't tell me, or the bad guys will steal it."

Sanlang quickly chimed in, "Yes, this is because Auntie loves us. If everyone gets a share, how much more money will it cost?" Then he glared at Silang and said, "Who said before that we only eat black-faced steamed buns?"

Shiro touched his head speechlessly, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.

Jing Changning also stopped him, saying, "People are never satisfied. We've just left the capital, so let's keep it like this tonight and let them eat steamed buns for a few days. When we get closer to the town, we can occasionally give them a full meal, but at most it will be noodles and meat buns, just enough to keep them full."

Grandpa Xiaobei was wiping Jing Yongcheng's mouth. Seeing that the old general agreed, he also said, "When the general led us on the march and fought in the past, we also ate steamed buns made of three-grain flour. They were not as good as white flour buns! But we still fought the wars."

The old aunt agreed: "Look around along the way, help those with conscience, and don't let those without conscience go unchecked. White flour and steamed buns don't come for free. Doesn't this journey take almost two months? Save yourself the trouble!"

Silang: "That's right, that's right. It's only the first day and it's like this. I think there will be more trouble in the future." Young people's mindsets change quickly.

Sugar Frosting also smiled: "Anyway, I listen to the master. Each family has a fixed number of steamed buns. If they quarrel or fight, I won't argue with them. I just let the person in charge take them back. If they want to fight, they can do it in their big bunk bed."

"How come this little girl is so smart!"

After being praised again, Tang Shuang quickly packed up the stack of bowls and chopsticks, patted her butt and left: "I will go carry water for the ancestor."

Jing Mingyue quickly followed him out. There were so many people here! How could they just watch Tang Shuang work alone?

Finally, concubines Zhao and Feng were also followed out. Even the eldest daughters of the legitimate wife were doing the work themselves, and they were treated so well that it felt embarrassing not to do something.

The three large bunk beds next to them were just as they had expected. Except for the second uncle's family, the other two families were very noisy. It was okay for one family as everyone got a share, and at most they would just quarrel and complain that the general's mansion was unfair and that the only share they got was not even enough to fill their teeth.

The old patriarch's family was in turmoil, and the ones who were making the most noise and throwing tantrums were Old Lady Wang and her daughter-in-law, because they were the only four people who didn't get a share. They were not close to begin with, but no one indulged them. They would be pulled by the hair when they should be, and would be hit by the fists when they should be raised.

Finally, there was a moment of silence. Her granddaughter-in-law, Lin, gnawed on the black steamed bun in her hand. Finally, she couldn't help but whispered to her mother-in-law, Su: "How about we make peace with them tomorrow and stop making trouble? That way, we can still have something to eat..."

He was immediately rebuked by Old Lady Wang: "Making a fuss? Do you think you could have survived without us making a fuss all these years? You're a jinx, a bitch who brings bad luck to your husband and children. It's because I married you that our family has no descendants."

Then there were the sounds of two slaps. Qiaoqiao could only sob when she saw her mother being beaten, not daring to speak. She was like a kitten and didn't dare to cry loudly, but the sound still came over here.

Su lost face in front of everyone. She stood there for a few seconds and snatched the steamed bun from her granddaughter's hand, which she had just taken a bite of. "What are you eating, little girl? You don't have to eat anymore."

Lin regretted it and dared not say anything, for fear that if she did, the half of the black steamed bun in her hand would be gone. The two old people did this often. She looked even more lonely and blankly stuffed the food in her hand to her daughter. But Qiaoqiao still sobbed for a long time and twitched for a while. She even stuffed a bite into her mother's mouth.

Everyone in the room was used to it, and no one came out to say anything to persuade them. The old patriarch just stayed the same as always, not saying a single fair word, and just lay down on the bed after eating.

"It's okay to keep the steamed buns for a few days in this weather, but they may be cold and not tasty tomorrow, so it's better to save them." Zhuang picked out the meat buns from the wooden basin, put them into another cloth bag, and put them together with the black-faced steamed buns she received tonight.

"I won't be hungry tomorrow."

The police officers are so corrupt that they even cut back on the food that is needed to save their lives. I have heard that the prisoner's meal quota should be two black-flour steamed buns, but they have to cut the worthless things in half.