"Wait a moment, I'll stop filming for now. I need to tear this bun open, stuff it with two scoops of sauce, and pair it with this cabbage soup..."
The screen became shaky, and one could vaguely see the clean and bright dining hall where workers were busily eating.
And the concern of a close relative: "Right, wasn't the braised potato and meat delicious tonight too?"
...
Tonight up in the mountains, it was a fragrant and steaming hot cabbage soup, and life down the hill was just as nourishing and wonderful.
After Master Jiang finished cooking dinner, he quickly slipped down the hill. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Seventh Uncle standing at the kitchen door, his voice so tender it seemed almost dripping:
"Tantan, it's getting cold soon, and the chickens aren't laying eggs well. Why keep them? It's a waste of food. Why not kill one? Let's make chestnut braised chicken tonight."
