Looking at the two extra pieces of meat in her bowl, Shen Mianmian frowned slightly, "Dad, I can serve myself, you don't need to do it for me."
The weather now was hot and muggy, with no fan to alleviate the heat. Although the earthen house was somewhat cool at night, eating fatty meat was still too greasy.
She couldn't eat it.
"Jianhua, mind your own meal, don't bother with her, she's got hands and feet, can't she serve herself?"
Zhou Lanfang ate the fatty meat piece after piece, her mouth greasy, not finding it too greasy at all, but instead, incredibly delicious.
Usually, they couldn't have meat more than a few times a month, so when they did have it, she found it particularly tempting.
One pound of pork, cut by Shen Jianhua into thick, large slices, did not yield many pieces and was swiftly consumed. Zhou Lanfang rummaged around for a bit longer, but upon realizing there was no more meat in the plate, her expression instantly changed.
