There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 27 Sweet and sour pork ribs are delicious

Smelling the aroma of meat, Song Rutang took a deep breath and marveled.

The system is amazing. In modern times, she had tried so many times without success. With the system, it was like having access to the Ren and Du channels. She even knew how many ingredients to use, and there was no need to use ingredient ratios at all.

"Master, that meat is so delicious. Do you think my benefactor can really feed us?"

Zhuang Mang thought for a while.

"One or two yuan per person is enough. Look at my benefactor's big pot, it can hold several people in it!"

"It's really strange. I've never seen such a big pot. Could it be that it was used to cook pigs?"

Yang Songlan was helping others take care of the pig hair. When she heard this, she smiled and quickly raised her head to explain:

"That was what my mother-in-law used to cook for the long-term workers. Because there were so many long-term workers, the pot was bigger."

After hearing what was said, everyone did not dare to ask any more questions. However, there were a few who were still doubtful and turned to ask Zhuang Mang:

"Master, you said we would use all the water. What will the benefactor use in the future?"

Zhuang Mang looked at the little water left in his hand and shook his head:

"That's what my benefactor ordered. He said he would find water again."

"Can you find this?"

Some people whispered that this was a lean year, and everyone else wanted to drink but could not. They relied on the spiritual spring at the back to hold on for a longer time. It was a good benefactor to use such precious water to wash the meat.

"It's not like we don't have any. We, a group of grown men, spent all that time drinking water that night and couldn't afford to support our benefactor and my mother-in-law?"

Zhuang Mang slapped the person who spoke on the back of the head.

We just chased people away, but there are still people here who have no eyesight. I really don’t know how the melon seeds in this head grow!

"That's true. I hope my benefactor has better luck and can find water, otherwise it will be miserable."

Zhuang Mang touched the back of the man's head again, cursed, and felt a little emotional:

"Speaking of which, my benefactor is really amazing. He is both civilized and martial at such a young age. He is truly blessed by God."

"Isn't that right? If I were like this, my mother would probably wake up laughing in her dreams."

"It smells so good. I really want to have a piece right now, with wine. The taste is incredible!"

Yang Songlan listened on the sidelines, thinking over Zhuang Mang's last words several times, and found that God really gave him food.

In the old days, Tang Bao just collected firewood and did laundry every day. He had never been in the kitchen. He could cook such a delicious meal after reading this food guide. Wasn't it a gift?

It seems that she, Tang Bao, is really blessed.

Yang Songlan felt happy and glanced at Song Rutang, her eyes full of tenderness.

Song Rutang heard people discussing behind her, and when she heard someone praising the smell of meat, she suddenly thought of the refugees.

It's windy now. If this smell spreads out, how many refugees will be attracted?

Although the food is good, she is not stupid. She knows how hungry the refugees who have no food left are. If this attracts the refugees, it will be better if there are fewer people. If there are more people, she cannot guarantee that the bandits will really be able to Help her.

Thinking of this, Song Rutang hurriedly went to the mall to take a look and redeemed a three-hour shielding device.

The 150 points disappeared all of a sudden, and there were only more than 300 points left in the account. I don’t know if they are enough for later use.

Song Rutang sighed and found that since traveling through time, he had sighed more and more frequently. He really wanted to lie down.

It was impossible to lie down flat, so Song Rutang couldn't help but lift the lid of the pot and smell it.It smells delicious!
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"Hey, what's going on? I saw a group of people squatting here just now, why are they suddenly gone now?"

Song Laosan rubbed his eyes in disbelief. After confirming that there was indeed no one in the land in front of him, he looked at Qin helplessly:

"Sister-in-law, what should we do now?"

"It's really evil."

Mrs. Qin crossed her arms and looked at the forest ahead with squinted eyes. The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong:

"This place is very evil, let's just stay here and wait and see when they show up!"

She really didn't believe it. Where did the ghost come from at noon?Someone is definitely causing trouble!She wanted to see what these people were up to!

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Song Rutang opened the lid of the pot and collected the juice. As soon as it was done, a group of heads came over.

"Oh, my father, my grandfather, my socks, my shoes, my uncle and uncle, this meat is really delicious. If I eat this piece, I will have to show it off to my children for the rest of my life!"

"Come on, you don't even have a wife, where are you going to find children?"

"Okay, okay, stop talking so much! Go get your own food, let's start eating! Get in line! Get in line for me!"

Zhuang Mang kicked everyone one by one, took out two pieces of dry food pancakes from his shoulder bag, and consciously lined up to wait for Song Rutang to hand out the ribs to eat.

Song Rutang took a bowl and served Yang Songlan a bowl first.

"Mom, please eat more and take good care of yourself first."

Yang Songlan was not polite, took the bowl and put it aside. She also took the small half of the bowl that Song Rutang had filled for her, covered it with a cover, and helped Song Rutang at the side.

A group of bandits stared at the meat. Zhuang Mang saw that he was about to be queued up, so he stretched out his hand and pinched the person in front:
"Take your spit and throw it into the pot. How will the people behind you eat?"

The man in front wiped his saliva, took two small pieces of ribs in a bowl, asked for more ginger cubes with a shy face, and left with satisfaction.

Zhuang Mang held the bowl and watched eagerly as two larger pieces of ribs fell into the bowl. He licked the corners of his lips and walked away with satisfaction.

Zhuang Mang put some dry food into the bowl and let it soak in the sauce on the meat. Zhuang Mang took several bites in succession, holding the meat and thinking that it would be better if he hadn't entrusted the baby to the Yang family before.

It's a pity that his children can't eat this meat. He Bao will definitely be willing to eat this sweet meat.

A group of brothers around him also sat over, carefully took a bite of the meat, and then praised it profusely:

"What does this taste like? It's sour and sweet. Don't tell me, it's really delicious!"

"Miss Song's craftsmanship is really amazing. If you can help me with this craftsmanship, I would be willing to live in a mansion and ride in a carriage!"

"Why do you still want something at the same time? Hey, you guys said, it's not like we are running away from home, our little life is really nourishing!"

"I saw a few people digging out tree bark and eating it a while ago. It's a good thing for us, we're eating meat here! What about those people? We've been eating for so long, so the smell should have drifted out long ago. , why hasn’t anyone come yet?”

"Wouldn't it be better if no one comes over? Eat quickly, the ribs won't even close your mouth!"

There were various opinions, and everyone was only focused on eating, not paying attention to the fact that no one was around suddenly. Song Rutang pursed her lips and smiled, and Yang Songlan tilted her head to look at her:
"Tang Bao remembered something, why are you so happy?"

Song Rutang shook his head, nuzzled at the wild boar, and found a topic to attract Yang Songlan's attention:
"It's okay, Mom, let's make braised pig trotters to eat in a few days!"

"it is good!"

Song Rutang wiped her mouth, stood up, looked around, and received another system notification.

(End of this chapter)