Everyone received a meal of two dishes and a portion of rice.
Cheng Dong felt a bit embarrassed to distribute his stew separately from the steamed pork ribs in black bean sauce made by Wang Fan. He was afraid of causing dissatisfaction among the fellow villagers.
After all, their meals could only be described as passable, while this meal from Wang's younger brother had to be described as top-notch.
He only ate one piece of those ribs and redistributed the rest. How could they eat when the villagers hadn't even had a bite of hot food?
But just that single piece left him with an unforgettable taste.
After separating the meal like this, he also reduced the quantity of each portion. Even for someone his age, what Wang Fan prepared was enough to fill him up. These older folks and children couldn't finish a full portion. By reducing the quantity, more people could eat first.
Jia Fengyue held the meal she received, and the rich aroma finally soothed her heart a bit.
