Chapter 637: Chapter 637: Cry in the Sa Manner
“Changhai loved his daughter so much, he must have prepared a lot of delicious food, right? Tell us about it, let us feast our eyes?” the villagers asked curiously.
Zhang Guihua enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by people, she straightened her back and said proudly, “Oh, there were so many tasty dishes, the Eldest Son’s wife made a whole big table of dishes, with such large shrimp, peeled and all flesh, and a whole pork knuckle, biting into it, the mouth would be oily and delicious, and there was braised fish, stewed beef, stir-fried lamb, pork trotters, so many delicious dishes, I can’t even ntion them all.”
When she talked about the large shrimp and the pork knuckle, she even gestured with her hands how big they were.
Sun Lixia also crowded close to her mother-in-law and boasted with her head held high, “Exactly, and we all ate rice and drank soda, and the beef was so fragrant, I have never eaten such delicious food before, all the at and vegetables were served in big dishes, we could eat as much as we wanted.”
Even though the villagers had just finished lunch, after hearing what the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law said, they couldn’t help but swallow their saliva repeatedly.
They could only afford to eat at once or twice a month, just to taste and satisfy their craving, they couldn’t imagine a life where they could eat at freely, knowing that lamb and beef were much more expensive than pork, how wealthy must Jiang Changhai’s family be to eat like this?
Seeing the shocked faces of the villagers, Zhang Guihua looked at Zhao Xiaojuan, who was outside the crowd, and called out, “Xiao Juan, bring out the birthday cake we had at the Eldest’s house, show it to the villagers, let them feast their eyes.”
“What’s a birthday cake?” the villagers asked curiously, not knowing what a birthday cake was.
“This birthday cake is what foreigners eat on their birthdays, Mianmian saw it in a book and made it herself, let tell you, this birthday cake is so precious, it uses such expensive ingredients,” Zhang Guihua boasted.
Zhao Xiaojuan obediently brought out the birthday cake she had saved for Zhaodi, and when the villagers saw the off-white cake decorated with little flowers in her hands and slled the sweet aroma, the sound of swallowing saliva was continuous.
This slls so good, it must taste even better.
“Aunt Guihua, what does the cake taste like?” asked so villagers who were curious despite knowing they couldn’t taste it themselves, thinking that knowing the flavor would be enough to brag about in other villages.
“It’s fragrant, sweet, and soft, and there’s a strong flavor of milk, it’s just extrely delicious,” Zhang Guihua said, savoring the mory.
Jiang Dashan’s three-year-old grandson, held by his grandfather, looked at the cake in Zhao Xiaojuan’s hands, drooling with desire.
“Grandpa, I want to eat the cake, I want to eat the cake,” Little Tiger clung to his grandfather’s neck, swinging and kicking his legs as he cried out.
Zhang Guihua, seeing the child making a scene, said to Zhao Xiaojuan, “Xiao Juan, let Little Tiger have a bite, let the child taste it.”
Although Zhao Xiaojuan was reluctant, she didn’t dare to argue since her mother-in-law had spoken, and she could only pass the cake over.
When Little Tiger saw the fragrant sweet cake, he bit into it with a big bite, swallowed the cake, and clapped his hands shouting, “Tasty, tasty, really tasty.”
“Mom, I also want to eat the cake.”
“Granny, I also want to eat.”
“Wuu wuu… I also want to eat.”
Seeing Little Tiger crying and then getting to eat the cake, the other village children followed suit and started crying out.
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