Chapter 108 What's Wrong with My Legs

At noon, a big pot was set up on the threshing floor. The chef put the blanched mutton after removing the fishy smell on the chopping board, and cut the meat into pieces. Several large bones were thrown into the pot to continue cooking, and a large pot of green onions and ginger were also poured in.

The chef sliced ​​half of the meat and saved the other half for dinner. He picked out some good meat and put it aside in a bowl. He listened to Shen Meng's advice and asked someone to grind the fine sheep bones in a stone mortar, added corn flour, onion, ginger, and radish, and made radish bone meatballs.

He originally thought that Zhenping's wife was talking nonsense, but for Lu Zhenping's sake, he still tried it, and he didn't expect it to actually work.

The chopped autumn cabbage, radish, and vermicelli were all put into the pot, and finally the chopped mutton slices were thrown in. After the pot boiled, thickened the sauce and poured a spoonful of sesame oil. The flavor of the mutton soup was so fragrant that it could be smelled from ten miles away.

This big iron pot was used when people used to eat in the big pot. One pot was enough for everyone in the village. As for who had more meat in their bowl and who had less meat, he couldn't guarantee it.

The news that we would go to the threshing ground to drink mutton soup at noon today was announced early in the morning, so after work, everyone came to the threshing ground with their own bowls and basins.

When the chef saw that it was almost cooked, he poured the chopped garlic sprouts into the pot.

"The mutton soup is ready! Everyone, line up to get your food!"

Those who arrived early stretched their heads to look at the iron pot, then turned around excitedly and said to the people behind them: "You can see at a glance that it's all meat, and it's very thick. Go home and add some vegetables, and you can have a full meal!"

When the person in front shouted, the people waiting behind became more anxious. They also wanted to take a look, but they were too late and could only queue at the back.

When Lu Zhenping and Shen Meng arrived, the chef called out to them.

"Zhenping is here, come quickly, I've left a bowl of blanched mutton for your family, it's all good, you can have two more meals later, hehehe!"

Before Lu Zhenping could say anything, the lecher at the head of the line stood in front of Lu Zhenping.

"Oh, oh, oh, what are you talking about? Things handed over to the production team belong to the collective. How can we take them back? Isn't this considered cutting off the tail of socialism?"

"Laizi, get out of here. This mutton was given to you by Zhenping. So what if you took some back? You ate his food, so how can you still blame him?"

"Don't you understand? He's just jealous. He's a lazy bear. He just lies around at home all day long. When has he ever been to the fields? But Zhenping is so capable, and he's just jealous."

"That's right, how can you say that to others? Besides, I didn't take much. If it were me, I would take some back. It's such a big piece of meat. If I give it away for no reason and only eat a few bites myself, how can I feel good about it?"

"That's true, but what Laizi said is not without reason, right? The mutton has already been given to the production team. It belongs to the production team, the collective, and everyone. It would be inappropriate to take some back. Zhenping, why don't you just not take it and pour the meat directly into the pot to avoid gossip from others."

The chef also had a sullen face. Those gossipers were just trying to force Lu Zhenping to pour the bowl of meat into the pot so that he could have one more bite.

Haha, he had to take a good look. Those people were gossiping, and when he made the mutton soup, he didn't let them have a piece of meat. He had been the chef for so many years, and he was very skilled in the technical work of serving rice. He let whoever had more meat in his bowl have more. He wanted those who couldn't eat, so they couldn't eat a single bite. Shen Meng rolled his eyes silently at the person who said to put the meat into the pot. I'm afraid this is not a provocation!
"Be quiet, who is talking nonsense here? I asked the chef to keep this bowl of meat, specially for Zhenping's family. Haha, he has only been home for a few days, and now we can have meat. In this cold weather, drinking a mouthful of mutton soup will warm you up. After eating, lie down and then go to work and earn work points in the afternoon, isn't it good? You have to make trouble. If anyone is dissatisfied, then don't eat. Get out of the way with your bowl. Humph, people who gossip don't even think about it. If Zhenping is upset because of a bowl of meat, how can there be a future? Next time he gets something good, will he still think of you? It's really a rat spoils the whole pot. If you don't want to eat, get out of here!"

Lu Debang was very angry. He had just come over with Zhang Hongfa when he heard the noise in the threshing ground. He thought everyone was grateful to Ren Zhenping for his selfless contribution, but he didn't expect to hear such sarcastic words.

When Laizi saw that it was the village chief and the party secretary, he quickly shrank his neck and stepped aside, but his pair of chattering eyes were still staring at Lu Zhenping and his wife.

The latter didn't even look at him, and just stood at the front with a sand basin in his hand. After the chef filled his bowl with mutton soup, he gestured to Shen Meng and left with the bowl of meat. The couple didn't speak a word from beginning to end, and just left in such a delicate manner.

This made the group of people look at each other in bewilderment.

Zhang Hongfa snorted and waved to the chef, who then started serving rice to the people in line with a huge spoon.

Those who had more meat in their bowls were extremely happy and went home happily holding their bowls or sand basins. As for those who could not see any meat after stirring the food, they were naturally angry and went straight to find the chef.

He finally had a place to vent his anger.

"Why are you yelling? I'm serving you this big pot of mutton soup, spoonful by spoonful. How can I know which parts have meat and which don't? When I was serving you the soup, I didn't shake the spoon. You know it by heart."

The chef's words made the person who was calling out feel a little uncomfortable. Isn't that right? But seeing that other people's meat was so old, how could he feel comfortable?

The chef didn't care about them. He was sure that even if they thought hard enough, they would never think that there was such a unique skill as flipping the wok while serving rice.

As soon as Lu Zhenping and Shen Meng arrived at the door of their house, they saw people from the Lu family walking towards the threshing ground with bowls and basins. Lu Jiasheng greeted them happily. Liu Sanjin didn't even look at them. She was angry and thought that even if they handed over the sheep, it would be fine, but why couldn't they keep some for the family? They didn't think about their parents at all.

Mingyang, Mingliang and the other four children were waiting in the main room. There was a basket of sesame pancakes on the side, which smelled extremely delicious. But they didn't even try any of them, as they were just waiting for the bowl of mutton soup.

Shen Meng took a sip to taste it first, then frowned. Not only did it taste bland, it also had a slight fishy smell and was not very tasty.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get some seasoning from the kitchen."

She walked slowly towards the kitchen. Mingliang looked at her back for a while before saying, "Is mom's leg injured? Why does she look uncomfortable walking?"

When Shen Meng heard this, her face turned red, she staggered and almost fell.

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