The Bully General's Spiritual Husband

The waiter brought the dishes to the two of them: "Your dishes are ready, please enjoy."

Having been hungry all morning, the two of them picked up their bowls and began to eat heartily. Even eating couldn't stop Yin Baicai from nagging, "The meat isn't cooked well and it's a bit overcooked, and if we added a little more vegetables..."

Li Zhe was worried that he might choke while talking and eating, so he reminded him, "Don't talk while eating, otherwise..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yin Baicai choked and began coughing incessantly.

Upon seeing this, Li Zhe immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, poured him a glass of water, handed it to him, and walked behind him to pat his back.

After a short while, Yin Baicai finally felt much better. "I won't talk while I eat anymore, I choked to death."

Seeing that he had recovered, Li Zhe sat back down and continued eating. He had only taken a couple of bites when Yin Baicai's mouth started to chatter again. He had barely opened his mouth when Li Zhe coldly interrupted him.

"Have you forgotten what just happened?"

Yin Baicai then stopped talking and started eating properly. After they finished eating, he hurriedly paid the bill, afraid that Li Zhe would have to pay again.

The meal cost a total of eighty coins, which is much less than what Li the bully spent on himself. I'll cook more delicious food for him when I have time in the future.

He wouldn't accept money even if you offered it to him.

The two returned to the village together, and the things that were originally in Yin Baicai's hands were eventually taken back to the village by Li Zhe.

As they passed by Li Zhe's house, Li Zhe noticed the sweat dripping from Yin Baicai's forehead and invited him to come in and rest for a while.

The thought of going to his house reminded Yin Baicai of how she had lied to Li Mo yesterday.

He firmly refused: "Brother Li, I'm not going. I need to go home and render the lard."

Li Zhe thought about it and agreed. The weather was getting hot, and if the oil wasn't refined quickly, it would all go bad.

In the end, Li Zhe still delivered Yin Baicai's things back to his house before returning.

As soon as Li Zhe entered the house, he saw Li Mo sitting obediently in the yard learning to read, and took out the sugar figurine he had brought for him.

"Xiao Mo, look what your uncle brought you."

Li Mo looked up, her eyes shining as she stared at the sugar figurine in Li Zhe's hand.

Li Xiaobao used to eat this sugar figurine in front of him; he had seen it before.

Before her uncle came back, Second Grandma would always buy things for Li Xiaobao, but she never got any for herself.

Li Zhe handed the sugar figurine to Li Mo, thinking that Li Mo would speak.

It seems we'll have to take it slow. Since he spoke up yesterday, he'll probably speak up again in the future.

He patted Li Mo's head with his large palm.

Li Mo took small bites of the sugar figurine in her hand.

When Yin Baicai got home, she felt exhausted. The mountain road to town was really difficult to walk.

I feel like I've walked dozens of kilometers; the food I ate for lunch has all been digested by walking.

After gulping down a large bowl of water, Yin Baicai felt as if she had come back to life.

After resting on the stool for a while, he got up and went to the kitchen to start a fire.

Wash the large iron pot thoroughly, fill it with cold water, and wait for the water to heat up before washing the purchased pork fat to render the oil.

Let the water heat slowly over the fire, and put the salt and other ingredients you bought into a small earthenware jar.

Looking at the snow-white fine salt, Yin Baicai thought, "The ancient people's salt-making technology is really impressive. It's almost identical to what we make with modern technology."

The small earthenware jar he used to store salt was very small. He would only fill the jar to the brim, and then carefully put the rest away in the cupboard.

Seeing that the water in the iron pot was already hot, I ladled it into a large wooden bucket, put the pork I bought in, and washed away the impurities.

He rinsed it carefully five or six times before he felt it was clean. He then added a little water to the pot and scooped in a few spoonfuls of fine salt.

Cut the cleaned pork into small pieces, and once all the pieces are cut, put them into the pot.

Stir constantly with a spatula.

At the same time, make sure to keep the firewood burning high until the water in the pot has evaporated and oil has been released, then reduce the fire.

Slowly wait for the fat to render in the pot.

Soon, the distinctive aroma of lard wafted out.

An hour passed, and the fatty meat in the pot had turned into cracklings.

Turn off the stove fire and wait for the oil to cool down before ladling it into an earthenware jar.

Repeat this process until all the oil in the pot is scooped out.

Yin Baicai rummaged through the cupboard and took out a smaller jar, then put the remaining oil residue from the pot into it.

You can add a little bit of this pork fat residue when cooking vegetables.

After finishing all the trivial matters, the sun was about to set.

I just casually cooked a bowl of dumpling soup and ate it.

After eating and drinking his fill, he returned to his room and carefully counted all the money he had won that day.

One by one, they were put into the small wooden box where the original owner kept his money.

This small wooden box was made by the original owner's father when he was still alive, who said that he should put all his money in it so that it could be used as his dowry in the future.

However, the original owner always blamed himself for causing his mother to be bedridden for years, and that every penny he earned was used to subsidize the family.

The little wooden box was always empty.

Hearing the clinking sound of copper coins being dropped into the wooden box, Yin Baicai was extremely pleased.

"It feels so good to have money. Today, all the money I spent on my things was paid for by that bully Li. From now on, I should help him with the work in his fields. Taking advantage of others like this is not the style of me, Yin Baicai."

After putting the money box away, Yin Baicai drifted off to sleep contentedly.

The person who was following Yin Baicai went back to report to Shen Li.

Tian Lin complained, "Brother Li, that kid is too cunning. He probably knew I was following him from the moment he left the house. He led me through alleys, making several turns, and then disappeared."

Shen Li thought about it carefully: Who exactly is this kid? He has lived in Qingshui Town for more than 20 years and has never seen such a person before.

He looked quite young, like a sickly scholar, but I never expected his gambling skills to be so remarkable.

I need to investigate this carefully. If this person comes to the gambling den a few more times like this, they'll earn less money.

He also specifically asked Li Hao about some things today.

Li Hao said that no matter how he secretly changed the dice, the kid seemed to know it and could accurately place his bets before he opened the dice every time, and he always got it right.

Just like he can see the numbers inside the dice cup.

Those who run gambling dens naturally have their own tricks up their sleeves; otherwise, how would they make money?

Could that kid possibly see through Li Hao's little tricks?

But Li Hao's skills are actually quite good; he managed to see through the trick of a mere kid.

When he comes next time, he'll find someone else to roll the dice. I don't believe he's so lucky, he wins every single time.

Back home, Lai Mazi grew angrier and angrier, wondering why he hadn't placed bets with that kid.

If you follow suit, you can win back your losses.

That old bastard got a huge windfall on Wednesday.

On Wednesday, after watching Yin Baicai win more than ten rounds in a row, I kept betting after him.

He won back all the money he lost a few days ago and is now happily heading home.

"I didn't expect that pretty boy who came in later to be so good. Next time he comes, I'll follow him and place my bets. I guarantee I won't lose money."

What he didn't know was that Yin Baicai had been explicitly forbidden from entering the gambling den by a local bully.