The government was sending out wives, and I ended up with a princess from the previous dynasty!

"Ah Jiu, your leg is just healed. The doctor said you should walk around less. Have Qing Lin get a jar to fill with lard."

Jia Daoshi's voice rang out from inside the dilapidated house.

When Li Xiuqin heard this voice, she doubted that she had heard it correctly!

This guy, he's even selling his wife, and he still has money to render lard?

I must be hallucinating!

Li Xiuqin shook her head, then turned around to go home. It was freezing cold outside, so she might as well go home and warm herself by the fire.

"Okay! I'll go get the jar right now!"

Just as Li Xiuqin was about to go home, Di Qinglin's voice rang out again!

Upon hearing the crisp sound, Li Xiuqin abruptly stopped in her tracks!

This is actually true!

In Jia Daoshi's house, they were actually rendering lard!

How is this possible?

Even their family doesn't have that kind of wealth, so why should Jia Daoshi have it?

but!

The aroma of cooking oil wafting from Jia Daoshi's house, along with the cheerful voices of Murong Jiu and Di Qinglin, constantly proved that this was reality!

Jia Daoshi, and those two women, deserve to live worse lives than her!

This sudden sense of loss and frustration caught Li Xiuqin completely off guard!

Jia Daoshi had no idea that someone was incredibly envious and jealous at that moment!

Di Qinglin held the jar in his hand and was about to pour oil into it!

"Sister Qinglin, let me help you!"

Murong Jiu stepped forward, wanting to help.

"Alright, one of you hasn't fully recovered from your leg injury, and the other has bad eyesight, so let me do this kind of work of pouring oil."

Jia Daoshi stepped forward and took the jar from Di Qinglin's hand.

These oils are currently at a high temperature. If you accidentally get burned, you'll be in big trouble!

Jia Daoshi first scooped out the pork cracklings from the oil, then sprinkled some salt on top.

Looking at the bowl of golden-yellow pork cracklings, Murong Jiu stared wide-eyed, her throat bobbing slightly as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The longing for pork cracklings was clearly written on that little face.

Since fleeing the palace, Murong Jiu has never tasted such a delicacy again!

Although Di Qinglin's reaction was not obvious, his eyes never left the steaming pork lard!

Jia Daoshi couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you looking at? This stuff has to be eaten while it's hot. Hurry up and take it to eat."

Jia Daoshi chuckled.

"Need not."

The two women said almost in unison.

They just ate a whole bowl of dumplings!

They haven't had dumplings in ages!

Compared to the past year, it feels like a dream!

They wanted to prolong this beautiful dream!

Besides, even though we have food now, we can't just eat it all at once!

We have to save some for the Lunar New Year!

"Eat quickly!" Jia Daoshi said helplessly. He didn't know why these two women liked to overthink things. Shouldn't they just eat when there was food available?

"My lord, I know you're doing this for our own good, but we've already eaten so much, we can't eat anymore." Murong Jiu's voice was very soft and gentle.

“It’s so cold in winter, it’s hard to get through without any fat on your body!” Jia Daoshi laughed. “Besides, you guys are too thin. Girls are best when they’re a little chubby. I like girls who are a little chubby.”

"Fat? What's that?" Di Qinglin looked down at his body.

"It's just fat!" Jia Daoshi's gaze fell on Di Qinglin's chest, which was indeed a bit small.

"Your husband prefers bigger ones, so hurry up and eat, eat more!"

Di Qinglin followed Jia Daoshi's gaze and blushed involuntarily!

"Pah! It's no good!" Di Qinglin picked up the pork cracklings and pulled Murong Jiu outside.

"But Ah Jiu, you really are too thin! Since he wants us to eat, let's not be polite with him! Let him not get a single bite!"

After pouring the oil, Jia Daoshi carried the brazier to the outer room.

At this moment, the two women were enjoying their pork cracklings!