Having received the reply he wanted, Lu Changzhu was ecstatic. The old pipe in his hand almost slipped from his grip as he shakily tucked it into his belt.
"Great, it's a deal then. I'll go right now and ask the second brother to butcher a pig, oh, and buy some prepared foods too. Our family's little chicks have also grown up; let's slaughter one for dinner to nourish your body. Remember, you must bring your wife and children home for dinner, ha!"
"Mhm!"
Lu Changzhu left with a bright smile, completely oblivious to Lu Zhenping's sour expression.
After playing outside for a while longer, the father and his four sons finally returned home.
Shen Meng had cooked a large pot of tender pumpkin stewed with firewood chicken, made flatbreads, stir-fried a dish of spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and simmered a pot of rice soup. The delicious aroma of the food was so enticing that even the dogs passing by craned their necks to sniff the air.
