Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

That evening, Meng Tong finally got to eat roasted pork belly. It was also the night when the whole family was gathered together, except for Cheng Mian and Sheng Zhuzhu from Pingkou Village.

Because of her pregnancy and the snow, we can only bring her over on New Year's Eve.

The spacious and bright living room has replaced the previous round table with a long table, and there are nearly twenty people of all ages in the house.

As the eldest member of the family, Sheng Tao naturally sat in the main seat. The old family members had specially changed into a brand-new cotton coat tonight, and their wrinkled faces showed kind and gentle smiles.

To Sheng Tao's left sat Sheng Bing, Sheng Jin, and others, followed by several younger people like Sheng Fang and Sheng Zhou.

To the old man's right were, of course, Sheng Yu and Sheng Xiu.

Lu Chuan and Meng Tong were also on the right, with three cute and playful dolls sitting beside them.

"It's rare for us to get together tonight, let's have a drink!"

Holding up the cup in his hand, Sheng Tao stood up and spoke with an imposing air.

"Come on, let's have a drink."

"Raise your glass!"

People of all ages raised their glasses, some filled with wine, others with juice or tea; it all meant the same thing, and no one really cared.

Sheng Tao tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. He then asked everyone to sit down. The mutton in the pot and the pork belly on the hot plate were already emitting an enticing aroma.

Everyone picked up their chopsticks and began to eat.

Holding tender, falling-off-the-bone chunks of mutton in their hands, everyone ate in silence, even Sheng Xiu, who prided himself on his self-control, couldn't care less about his image and grabbed some.

They even asked Meng Tongyang where he bought the sheep.

"I bought it in the North. Eat as much as you like. If it's out of stock, just buy more."

We've never been stingy when it comes to eating this.

"This mutton is really delicious, especially on a snowy day, it warms you up quite a bit."

Sheng Mingze, sitting opposite Meng Tong, said with a smile.

This person is very particular about food. He even went to Lu Chuan to learn some cooking skills before, just in case he couldn't find good food in the village.

In such a short time, only Sheng Mingze and Sheng Shao have gained a few pounds.

Sheng Yuanyuan was somewhat helpless with her two food-loving brothers, so she could only silently put the mutton that had been cooling in the bowl into their bowls.

They're always in such a hurry that they eat food that's extremely hot, which is bad for their esophagus.

"Thank you, little sister. Why aren't you eating?"

“I have some in my bowl.” Sheng Yuanyuan indicated that the meat Meng Tong had put on her plate was almost overflowing.

The little girl's pretty face was filled with a happy smile, and her brother Sheng Mingze's deep eyes also warmed with warmth.

Coming here is truly the happiest choice I've ever made in my life.

Snowflakes were falling outside the window. The family was chatting and laughing while eating dinner in the living room, while Bai Ye and the others were huddled in their own little house, enjoying their meal.

……

Compared to the bustling Duanshan Village, Zhou Yan's house in Pingkou Village seemed rather deserted.

The man showed no signs of waking up after fainting. Zhou Fu, who was watching over him, had observed him several times and it seemed that apart from his chest rising and falling a little more occasionally, there was no other change.

He used a basin and towel from inside the house to wipe the bloodstains off Zhou Yan's body, and then went out to Cheng Mian's courtyard.

At this moment, everyone else in Pingkou Village had finished dinner and gone to bed, but Cheng Mian was still diligently making pig's trotter soup for Sheng Zhuzhu.

Sheng Zhuzhu didn't eat much during dinner and had no appetite, but now she feels hungry again, so Cheng Mian is busy in the kitchen.

When Zhou Fu knocked on the door, Sheng Zhuzhu was curled up on the bed rubbing her face because she felt that she had gained weight since becoming pregnant, and the extra flesh on her cheeks made her feel a little guilty.

She must have learned this trick from somewhere; her originally fair and delicate face was now a mess after being roughly handled by her hands.

"Hmm...who is it!"

Hearing the knock on the door, Sheng Zhuzhu sat up. She thought it was Cheng Mian returning, but the voice she heard was a completely unfamiliar male voice.

"I am Zhou Fu. Is Lord Cheng at home?"

"Zhou Fu?"

Sheng Zhuzhu's eyes darted around, and a blurry figure vaguely appeared in her mind. But before she could react, Cheng Mian came out of the kitchen.

Opening the courtyard gate, Cheng Mian looked at the man standing at the door, his brows furrowing slightly as he asked, "What do you want with me? Is something wrong with the Prince?"

"No, I am..."

Zhou Fu was unusually embarrassed; if it weren't for the darkness, you could have seen the blush on his cheeks.

Actually, he was just hungry. Since arriving at Wuyou Valley to handle various matters and take care of Zhou Yan, he only realized he hadn't eaten when he stopped. Now he was so hungry that his head was spinning.

He sent his other brothers into the mountains to hunt for food, and in doing so, he forgot about himself.

"Come in and talk!"

"No need, I just came to ask if you have any extra grain that you can sell to me, because I'm afraid our prince won't have anything to eat when he wakes up."

"have you eaten?"

Cheng Mian suddenly spoke up, and the trace of melancholy on his face disappeared at this moment. As long as he wasn't thinking about anything else, he didn't care. He was happy to eat.

After welcoming the man in, Cheng Mian led him directly to the kitchen.

In the bright and warm kitchen, pig's trotters and various other delicious dishes were simmering away. Zhou Fu couldn't help but swallow his saliva as he smelled the aroma.

It smells so good.

With practiced ease, Cheng Mian picked up a bag of flour and a bag of rice from the side, and then served Zhou Fu a bowl of pig's trotters.

There was so much pearl in the large earthenware pot that he couldn't possibly finish it all, and he had originally planned to continue eating it the next day.

"Here, try it and see how it tastes. Take this bag of flour and rice with you first, and I'll have someone send the rest to you tomorrow."

"This... thank you very much, Lord Cheng."

Zhou Fu didn't hesitate and pulled over a chair to sit down. The pig's trotters were tender, falling off the bone, and still chewy. The skin was especially delicious, and each bite was a delight to the taste buds.

As Zhou Fu gnawed on a pig's trotter, Cheng Mian served him a large bowl of rice, along with several other dishes.

Zhou Fu felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

If I were a woman, I probably would have married a man like that too.

Cheng Mian was unaware of his image in Zhou Fu's eyes. While he was sitting in the kitchen eating, the man carried the piping hot and tender pig's trotter soup back into the house.

Sheng Zhuzhu, who had been waiting for a long time, got out of bed after lifting the covers, but she obediently shrank back after being glared at by Cheng Mian.

"My lord, the person who just came was Zhou Fu, which means that the prince has also arrived."

"Okay, the pig's trotters are ready. Would you like some soup or meat first?"

"What is he doing at our house?!"

Filled with curiosity about the outside world, Sheng Zhuzhu no longer found the taste of pig's trotters appealing.

Since becoming pregnant and the weather turned cold due to snow, Sheng Zhuzhu has hardly gone out. When Cheng Mian comes back, he only talks to her about trivial things.

He claimed it was to avoid making her worry, but Sheng Zhuzhu felt marginalized.

It was as if the entire village had excluded her.