At dusk.
The entire sixth brigade gradually fell into silence, with villagers returning home one after another after a day's work in the fields. As they passed by the Ruan Family's home, they would stop in surprise; it wasn't a holiday or a special occasion, yet the Ruan Family's meal was unexpectedly lavish.
Within the Ruanlin Family, cooking was a forte, and the pheasant they had weighed over a dozen pounds. Apart from the offal, she could turn every part into something precious.
She set aside the chicken blood and liver, planning to prepare them for Ruan Jiaojiao to eat alone the next day.
The meat was boiled in one pot with some freshly dried mushrooms, creating a large, sumptuously fragrant potful.
