I returned to my hometown after winning the koi lottery.

Sister Tao was secretly happy that a free promoter had arrived. The old lady had worked hard all her life and didn't have any valuables. I was raised by my grandmother, so I must love her.

Tsk tsk tsk, Seventh Aunt, you must have spent a lot of money, right?

It’s not so bad. I work at Wufu Jewelry Store and employees can get discounts, so it’s a little cheaper than outside.

Wufu Jewelry, that’s the Wufu Jewelry in the department store in the city.

Yes, I work there.

Oh, that’s a big company, the salary must be very high.

Fortunately, I am just an ordinary employee, and my salary is just average, about 10,000 yuan a month.

My nieces and nephews’ eyes almost popped out of their heads!

Generally speaking, there are more than 10,000, which is simply attracting hatred and envy.

No, I was just a little surprised. Everyone in Shanghe Village has the surname Li, and they basically have the same ancestor. Sister Xiaotao is the granddaughter of the eldest wife, and her status is not ordinary.

Several nieces and nieces envy Sister Xiaotao. Come on, Aunt Qi, add me as a WeChat friend. When we buy gold, we will bother you.

Look, business is coming!

Several people were chatting lively, and Sister Xiaotao's work was not delayed.

See you later, mission accomplished, Xiao Taojie will leave immediately. Everyone will go to your fifth grandfather's house early so as not to delay the feast, haha

When I arrived at my grandma's house, she had already gotten up and was feeding the chickens.

This is how we call little chickens in our hometown. I don’t know how you say it where you are, hehe.

A large flock of chickens of various sizes jumped up and down around the old woman. The large gold bracelet on her wrist sparkled in the morning sunlight.

"Grandma," Xiao Tao immediately called out. Grandma agreed with a smile and calmly spread the millet for her babies to enjoy. "Have you eaten yet?" Grandma asked Xiao Tao with concern.

“Yes, my uncle made me a roujiamo,” Sister Xiaotao replied with a smile.

I have corn porridge in my pot. Do you want to eat some? Grandma washes her hands and prepares to serve porridge to Sister Xiaotao.

Xiao Tao was immediately happy. Corn grits, porridge cooked early in the morning, was especially fragrant. "I'll do it myself," Xiao Tao immediately took the big bowl from her grandmother's hand and filled it up for herself. She gulped down a few mouthfuls and it was so fragrant!

Eat slowly, it's a little hot. Grandma looked at her lovingly as she ate her porridge. "And some peanuts and mustard greens—I just mixed them with sesame oil. Do you want some?"

Sister Tao was slurring her words, with porridge in her mouth. "Yes, yes, yes, I just love this!"

I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite. The punch was as strong as mustard, sour and refreshing. Tears were about to fall. I took out my phone and said, "Hey, Sister Xiaoyu, come quickly to my grandma's house. There's something delicious." Sister Xiaoyu was eating her second roujiamo. "If you have anything else to eat, why don't you bring it over?"

No, you must eat the ones that are fresh out of the pot. Come over quickly, you won’t be disappointed.

Sister Xiaoyu, clutching a roujiamo (a steamed bun), strode over, trailed by a pack of puppies. When she arrived at her grandmother's house, Sister Xiaotao had already served her a large bowl. She took a sip and, oh, that's exactly what it tasted like: porridge cooked in a clay pot, sticky and fragrant. A bite of shredded mustard greens and the peanuts inside gave it the biggest kick. With tears in her eyes, Sister Xiaoyu finished the bowl and couldn't resist wanting more. Sister Xiaotao immediately stopped her, saying, "There's a big lunch table, so you can't eat too much this morning. Otherwise, you won't be able to finish the whole meal, and it would be a shame to Chef Wang's cooking." Hahaha.

Sister Xiaoyu was still not satisfied. The little dogs circled around her, as if to say, "Give us some too!" The main reason why mustard greens are pungent is that they contain isothiocyanates, which produce a very pungent spicy smell at a certain temperature.

In our hometown, mustard greens, also known as spicy mustard greens, are a favorite winter side dish. How many of you still remember the spicy mustard greens your mothers used to make when you were little? When we were little, winters were always frost-stricken, and we'd pick the frost-bitten mustard greens, pickle them, and leave them overnight. The next morning, the kids would wake up thinking they were something delicious, but as soon as they opened the lid, the fermented, spicy smell was so intense they couldn't open their eyes. Hehehe... Now that we've grown up and our living conditions have improved, it's hard to recreate that familiar flavor.

Mustard greens are a seasonal vegetable. They are rich in protein, carbohydrates, dietary fiber, vitamins A, C, E, niacin, and trace elements such as potassium, phosphorus, and calcium. Eating mustard greens regularly can improve appetite, refresh the mind, relieve fatigue, soothe the liver and improve eyesight, kill bacteria and reduce inflammation, moisturize the intestines and promote bowel movements, and enhance immunity.

After eating the porridge, the two of them accompanied grandma, walking as if it were a car, and digesting the food at the same time. They walked slowly to the uncle's house.

By this time, quite a few people had come, bustling around. Some came to see the exterior of the house, some to observe the interior, and some even pulled their little cousin and aunt to ask questions, ready to learn from them.

A large round table was set up at the gate. Xiaotao's father was holding a pen and recording the gifts. The person in charge of collecting the gifts was a cousin. There were a pile of gift packages containing towels and candies on the table. Relatives and friends who came to pay gifts gave their gifts and registered their names. Someone then handed them a gift package. The person who paid the gift took it with a smile, and by the way, went over to say some auspicious words and blessings to his uncle and others, and then went to visit the new house.

The eldest uncle was the master of ceremonies. He was very busy with a loud speaker in his hand. In addition to greeting the guests who had just arrived, he was also responsible for explaining the process of the banquet, "Hey, hey, hey, Xiao Mao, are the fruit plates ready? The prepared candies should be put on the plates quickly." "Hey, hey, hey, relatives and friends, don't go too far. There are many guests coming today. We will open the table at 11 o'clock. First, the adults should take good care of the children to prevent them from falling or getting burned." "Second, please be understanding. There will be a lot of people, so we will have to squeeze in. Don't let guests from far away not be able to sit at the table." "Third, the young and old men in the village, come and help serve the dishes. Remember which tables you are responsible for." "Don't repeat yourself and don't burn anything for the guests."

Every village has several highly respected stewards, especially those from larger clans. While these individuals may not seem like much, they are the ones who handle weddings, funerals, or even the death of an elderly or lonely villager. Their orders are carried out without hesitation. This reflects the ancient culture of respecting seniority and is a legacy. It reminds us of the Anti-Japanese War, when a clan leader could, with a single command, quickly organize a village and form a battle-ready force.

Master Wang looked at the time and saw that it was time. He picked up the towel, wiped the sweat off his face, and shouted loudly, "Serve the dishes."