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In Zhou Wu's eyes, these wild geese were just geese. It wasn't that no one raised geese in this era, but because geese didn't grow as fast as chickens and ducks, there were relatively few people who raised geese.

Zhu Zhiyong brought over a goose today. It's a really cold day, so stewing a goose in an iron pot is the perfect thing to do.

"If the ingredients aren't all there, we'll just have to make do."

Although it was a simplified version with only potatoes and goose, the aroma of the stew filled the entire yard, and Zhu Zhiyong's mouth was practically watering.

"It smells so good, big brother, when will it be ready?"

"This stuff needs to be stewed for a while longer to become tender and flavorful."

"Brother, I've eaten goose before, but it's usually roasted. This is the first time I've ever seen it prepared this way."

Zhu Zhiyong had indeed experienced many firsts at the Zhou family's home, but just for the food alone, he had no regrets about calling Zhou Wu his friend.

"Alright, let's get ready to eat."

A whole big bowl full, just this one dish is enough.

Zhou Wu deliberately used a different soup bowl to serve the rice, which Zhu Zhiyong saw and mocked.

"Brother, there's goose meat here, why aren't you eating it? What's the point of serving such a big bowl of white rice?"

"Old Zhu, I advise you to get a bigger one too."

Is there a secret? Zhu Zhiyong is the most obedient to advice, especially when it comes to Zhou Wu's eating habits. He immediately ordered the servants to change the soup bowl and fill it with a full bowl of rice.

Both of them ate a few pieces of goose meat first. It was indeed delicious. Compared to the usual roasted or boiled dishes, stewed dishes opened up a whole new world for Zhu Zhiyong.

"The rice is truly alive when it's soaked in this broth."

Zhou Wu poured several spoonfuls of broth over the rice, and Zhu Zhiyong followed suit, then picked up the large bowl and shoveled the rice into his mouth.

"Mmm~~~Delicious, really delicious."

Sure enough, Zhu Zhiyong was completely convinced; this was truly delicious.

Zhu Zhiyong soaked the last drop of soup in his rice, and now his eyes were swollen and lifeless, and he slumped in his chair.

This time, Zhu Zhiyong and Zhou Wu's family sat at the same table for a meal, which can be seen as Zhou Wu's family accepting and acknowledging Zhu Zhiyong as a friend.

When Zhu Zhiyong left, Zhou Wu specially brought him some of the pickled vegetables and fermented bean curd he had made.

"Let it sit for two days before eating."

"Thank you, brother."

Although Zhu Zhiyong did not intend to break the law, he could not refuse his older brother's good intentions.

. . . . . .

When Zhu Zhiyong returned home, he saw his father pacing back and forth, sighing incessantly.

"What's wrong with the old man?"

“Your grandma hasn’t been eating much lately, and she seems to have no energy.”

Upon hearing that it was his grandmother, Zhu Zhiyong immediately became anxious and said that she was the only elderly person in the family, and the whole family treated her like a treasure.

Have you seen a doctor?

"After seeing the doctor, he said there was nothing wrong with me, and that it was probably just that I was in a bad mood, which caused me to have no appetite."

"Where is Grandma? I'm going to see her."

"Your grandmother is in her room."

Zhu Zhiyong handed the things to the servant and hurriedly went to visit his grandmother.

"Grandma, I heard you're not eating again. Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhu Zhiyong's voice arrived before he did.

“Oh dear grandson, who’s gossiping again? Grandma is perfectly fine, she’s just not hungry.”

Grandma Zhu was the most senior member of the Zhu family and was highly respected. Both Zhu Keduo and Zhu Zhiyong treated her with great filial piety.

At this moment, Zhu Zhiyong's mother was already taking care of the elderly woman.

"Mother."

“My son, you must persuade your good grandmother. How can she not eat? Her health will collapse if she continues like this.”

Zhu's mother was also virtuous and kind, and had been staying by the old lady's side for the past few days, but the old lady had barely eaten anything.

"Grandma, are you bored and finding it no fun?"

"Yes, I'm an old woman, staying at home all day, while all the people outside are young people having fun."

Sure enough, the old lady was just like Zhu Zhiyong, indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun. This is what happens when you're idle and get sick.

"Grandma, I've recently learned a new game. Shall I show you how to play?"

"Yeah."

The old lady was immediately delighted when she heard that her eldest grandson was going to show her the new gadgets. Zhu's mother, who was standing nearby, sighed inwardly, "It really has to be my eldest grandson who takes the lead."

Zhu Zhiyong went back to his room to get the mahjong set that Zhou Wu had given him, and invited the old lady, Zhu's mother, and his own father to sit down.

"This is called mahjong, and it takes four people to play."

Zhu Keduo didn't want to play these little tricks, but he had no choice but to sit down in order to please the old lady.

Zhu Zhiyong explained the rules to everyone while demonstrating them himself, and everyone quickly learned them.

. . . . . .

"Bang."

The old lady's voice was now booming, a far cry from its previous weak and feeble tone.

"Be careful, or I might win by self-draw and shut down three other players?"

The old lady grabbed a card and, like an old gambler, began to rub it incessantly, her expression becoming increasingly excited as she did so.

"Haha, self-draw, three houses closed, pay up."

"Grandma, you have great luck!"

"That's right, I feel like I'm on a winning streak right now, don't leave, let's play a few more rounds."

In fact, both Zhu's mother and father were already quite skilled at mahjong. They were just trying to please the old lady, but they were already addicted to the game.

Although the old lady still didn't eat much, her mood had improved considerably.

. . . . .

Zhu Zhiyong stayed up too late playing mahjong with the old lady last night, so he didn't get up until late morning. He was about to go to the dining room to see if there was anything left to eat when he saw several maids around the old lady, all smiles and busy at work.

"What's wrong? Grandma, are you...you...eating?"

Mr. and Mrs. Zhu were also informed by the servants that the old lady had already finished several bowls of porridge, so they rushed to the dining room to see what was going on.

"Master, young master, and madam, this is the old lady's fifth bowl of porridge. Please persuade her to stop; she's eating too much."

The old lady's personal maid, seeing that everyone who could make a decision had arrived, quickly stepped forward to ask for help.

"What? Mother, is this really your fifth bowl?"

Although the rice bowls at home are not big, the old lady has never eaten this much in a single meal.

"I feel like I could eat five more bowls, this is so delicious."

Only then did everyone turn their attention to the dining table, where several side dishes were laid out. Zhu Keduo had never seen them before, while Zhu Zhiyong was startled. Wasn't the old lady eating Zhou Wu's culinary monstrosity?

"Grandma, is this delicious?"

At this point, Zhu Zhiyong certainly couldn't say that this thing couldn't be eaten, so he could only ask tentatively.

"It's so delicious, flavorful, and goes perfectly with rice. I've never eaten anything so good before."

Actually, the old lady is a typical example of someone who has eaten too much meat and fish, and feels that life is perfect when she occasionally eats some pickled vegetables.

However, whatever Zhou Wu prepared—kimchi, spicy dried radish, or fermented bean curd—was indeed a perfect match for rice porridge.

"Shall I try it?"