My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

"Men who can get things done are so handsome," Xu Yingying said, secretly nudging Yang Fenglan with her shoulder.

Yang Fenglan immediately looked away. "Living means working, that's not exactly a virtue."

“We’re all doing the same work, but others don’t have eight-pack abs.” Xu Yingying raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously at Yang Fenglan.

Yang Fenglan felt a little guilty. "What abs? Where are you looking?"

"I only caught a glimpse of it by chance. But you, you've been staring at it with your eyes glued to it. Are you trying to touch it?"

"Where did I look? I was looking at pigs the whole time, okay?" Yang Fenglan denied it outright.

She didn't see any abs, absolutely not!

"Just say you want to touch me." Xu Yingying suddenly coughed twice. "Hey, Uncle Xiao."

"!" Yang Fenglan suddenly glared at Xu Yingying: What do you want to do?

She was stunned for a few seconds when she heard something that made her want to disappear into the ground.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yuanshan asked.

"My sister Fenglan said she wants to touch your abs."

"..."

A leaf, long since withered and yellow, stubbornly clung to the treetop and slowly drifted down.

Yang Fenglan seemed to hear the sound of something falling.

Why aren’t you talking?

Why are you all staring at me?

Do I have chubby cheeks?

"Don't listen to her nonsense, this crazy girl must be thinking about men." Yang Fenglan coughed twice, trying to appear calm.

Xu Yingying laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, it's me, it's me."

Yang Fenglan: ...

The more you describe, the darker.

Please shut up.

Noticing Yang Fenglan's embarrassment, Lin Cuiniang threw a shoe at Xu Yingying, saying, "You crazy girl, it's one thing to be crazy at home, but you also dare to spread rumors about your Aunt Yang! Don't you want to live anymore!"

Xu Yingying ran away with her head in her hands.

I really want to say that she didn't spread rumors. She could tell that her sister really wanted to touch it, and she herself wanted to touch it too.

But for the sake of my dog's life, I held back.

"Mom, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll never talk nonsense again!"

Xiao Yuanshan didn't speak, but just kept his head down and continued scraping the pig bristles, his grip tightening.

My state of mind is still not stable.

Half an hour later, the pigskin was finally cleaned up.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss and exhaustion, Xiao Yuanshan's complexion was not good.

Zhou Jingyi took the sharp knife from his hand. "Uncle Xiao, go and rest. I'll do the dissection."

"Hmm." Xiao Yuanshan did not insist.

Zhou Jingwei fetched hot water for him to wash his hands, and then he went back to his room.

As soon as he disappeared from sight, Yang Fenglan breathed a huge sigh of relief.

I'm really afraid he'll take Xu Yingying's words to heart.

Otherwise, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

Zhou Jingyi and Xu Dazhu were in charge of dissecting the pork, Xu Yingying and the children assisted, Yang Fenglan cooked, and Lin Cuiniang sorted out the dissected meat, rendering some into oil and curing others into bacon.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yuanshan was inside the house.

After changing into clean clothes, I lay down on the bed, then sat up again.

As if possessed, he lifted his clothes and craned his neck to look at his abdomen.

It's rock hard, what's so great about touching it?

It's only good to touch a woman's soft, fleshy body.

……

Slaughtering a pig is like celebrating the New Year.

The atmosphere was even more lively than celebrating the New Year down in the mountains.

With the rice steaming in the pot, Yang Fenglan had nothing to do. She cut some lean meat, rubbed it with soy sauce and salt, added a little bit of Sichuan peppercorn powder, then found some thin twigs, skewered it, and roasted it by the fire.

I remember when I was little, whenever a pig was slaughtered for the New Year, all the kids looked forward to the most – that delicious roasted meat.

Before long, the meat sizzled and dripped oil in the stove, the smoke mixed with the aroma of meat, making Yang Fenglan's mouth water.

The first bite, of course, is to pop it into your own mouth!

Wild boars roam the mountains year-round, and their meat is not as tender as that of domestic pigs, but it is still a delicacy.

After Yang Fenglan had her fill of the flavor, she called the children over to eat the meat.

Xu Yingying was the first to open her mouth and come over, saying, "I'm a child too, I'll eat first."

Yang Fenglan played along, saying indulgently, "Okay, blow on it, don't burn yourself."

"Bring it to you!"