The aroma of cooking filled the house: I sent my eldest brother to become the Grand Secretary.

After Shen Cao finished making the blood sausage and explained to Aunt Li how to eat it, she left the kitchen.

This place wasn't her home turf, so she couldn't stay there for too long.

After leaving the kitchen, she asked the village chief and heard that her family had all returned to the Shen family's former home.

She greeted the village chief, saying she would be back when it was time to eat, and then headed towards the Shen family's house.

Upon arriving at the Shen family's residence, as soon as they entered the gate, they were surprised to see the eldest brother leading his younger brothers and sisters in cleaning the house with brooms.

"Brother, didn't you just say it wasn't dirty?"

"It's Chinese New Year, so we have to scan something, no matter what."

Shen Chen took out a chair, sat on it, basked in the sun, and directed the children in his family to clean.

Looking at her older brother's carefree demeanor, Shen Cao wondered how she had never noticed before that he was actually a leader among children.

Shen Cao moved a chair from the main room and sat down next to her elder brother.

"I'll take a good rest and watch them work."

"Shen Qing, keep an eye on things, the back isn't clean yet."

"Xiao Qi, sweep slowly, there's too much dust."

After sitting for a while, Shen Cao looked towards the kitchen, lost in thought.

She got up and went to the kitchen.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

The traces of where the person lay were still there in front of the pile of firewood.

She touched the tabletop with her hand and found that there wasn't much dust.

Shen Cao then walked towards the backyard behind the kitchen.

The wall that Wei Siyu had knocked down before has been rebuilt by someone, and she definitely wouldn't dare to climb over it now.

"I remember this wall was knocked down by someone before?"

"Ah."

"Later, my father found someone to rebuild it."

Shen Chen looked at his younger sister, whose expression was very serious.

He didn't ask any more questions.

"Dinner's ready. My dad sent me to call you for dinner."

The voice of the village chief's son came from the front door.

The village chief arranged a separate table for Shen Cao and his group.

The village chief's two sons sat down at the same table with them.

Those eating were all people who had come to help, so everyone was quite at ease, with one helping to carry a bowl and another helping to carry a plate.

Shen Cao really liked this atmosphere.

The village chief drank with those people and greeted his two sons, asking them to take good care of Shen Cao and the others.

Shen Cao looked at the pig-slaughtering feast on the table; it had fewer dishes than in her previous life.

In my past life, I mostly ate dishes made with fatty meat.

However, fatty meat is more expensive than lean meat these days, so most of the dishes on the table are made with lean meat.

In her previous life, Shen Cao loved eating at rural banquets, which were not only plentiful but also delicious.

Although the pig-slaughtering feast is not as elaborate as a banquet, it still looks very appetizing.

Stewed vegetables, braised pork ribs, stir-fried pig's blood, stir-fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots, stewed pork bones, and Shen Cao's homemade blood sausage with garlic sauce.

There were meatballs in the stew! Shen Cao was surprised that they had used freshly slaughtered pork to make meatballs.

As instructed by Shen Cao, the blood sausage was cut into thick slices and neatly arranged in the center of the plate.

Shen Cao couldn't wait to pick up a piece of blood sausage and dip it in garlic sauce.

The first taste is a rich garlic sauce, and the flavor of garlic immediately fills the mouth.

With a gentle sip, the blood inside the blood sausage melts away; the chewy casing and tender blood create an unparalleled texture.

Moreover, the ingredients are so fresh that there is absolutely no off-taste.

Shen Cao ate four or five slices before he was satisfied.

Seeing how well she ate, the others also tried it in the same way.

The plate of blood sausage was quickly emptied.

Seeing that everyone liked the blood sausage, the village chief's son took the empty plate and prepared to get some more.

He had just stood up when he heard his father calling him.

"Tiger, perfect timing, add some more blood sausage over here."

"This blood sausage tastes really good."

The others nodded in agreement. "The village chief's family is truly worldly. This is the first time I've ever heard of pig's blood and intestines being made into blood sausage."

"Yes, it's delicious. There's no fishy smell at all, and the pig's blood is so tender. It just slides down my throat with a single sip."

"And the garlic sauce was delicious too, especially with the blood sausage!!!"

"If it's delicious, eat more. There's plenty more at home," the village chief warmly invited.

A short while later, the village chief's wife brought over a plate of blood sausage.

"Ma's wife, your skills are amazing! This blood sausage is amazing!" the man praised the village chief's wife.

Aunt Ma was a little embarrassed. "I don't have that skill. This blood sausage was made by the girl from the Shen family."

"This is the first time I've seen this method. It's so simple, just a few steps and the blood sausage is ready."

"I just tried it in the kitchen, and it's really delicious."

The village chief pointed to Shen Cao at the table, "That's the girl, she's an excellent cook."

"Now her family runs a restaurant in the county town, and business is very good."

"Oh? Which company is it? What's its name?" a worker in the county town asked curiously.

"Call it Shen Family Restaurant."

"Shen Family Restaurant! I've eaten there, and the food is indeed delicious."

"I heard from our foreman that it tastes better than many restaurants."

"No wonder they can make such delicious blood sausage."

Shen Cao had no idea that the conversation over there was about her.

She had already eaten several pieces of pork ribs. These days, pork ribs weren't as valuable as they were in her previous life. They had no meat, just bones, and most families would eat them at the pig-slaughtering feast right after slaughtering the pig.

Although this braised pork ribs weren't as delicious as hers, they had the advantage of good quality, fresh meat, and were made very well with just simple salt and seasonings.

Every dish was better than expected. The little ones at the table didn't have time to chat, and their faces were covered in sauce as they ate.

Everyone was eating with great enthusiasm when suddenly a voice came from outside.

"Hey! Nephew, you're having such a lively pig-slaughtering feast, why don't you call your auntie?"

"I can help you in some way."

The village chief got up and saw Aunt Li leading her beloved grandson in.

"I knew it! The aroma of meat has been wafting from here since this morning. Nephew, that's not fair of you."

"Why don't they ask their own family members for help when slaughtering a pig?"

As she spoke, she furtively glanced at the dining table, and when she saw that the table was full of meat dishes, her eyes practically lit up with a gleam.

The village chief came out and pulled her towards their table, saying, "Aunt Li, what are you saying?"

“Slaughtering a pig is no big deal, it shouldn’t bother you.”

"If you wanted to eat it, you should have said so earlier. You didn't need to come in person; I'll have Hu Zi bring it to you."

"Tiger, go to the kitchen and get a plate. Put some food on Grandma Li's plate and take it to her house."

The village chief was most annoyed by Aunt Li; she was responsible for half of the problems in their Stone Village.

Moreover, she and Shen Cao had a past conflict, and since she was in a good mood now, he couldn't just kick her out.

"No, I'm already here, so I'll just eat here."

“I see there are still seats over there. Tiger, go and bring two stools over to Grandma, and we’ll sit there and eat.”

She pointed to Shen Cao's table and began to speak.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the village chief's expression changed.