He Ximei was cooking in the kitchen, Su Peng tending the fire, and Su Xiaofeng was outside greeting the guests, occasionally coming into the kitchen to lend a hand.
In the main hall outside, Su Xiaofeng poured tea for three people.
The kitchen had wooden windows, half covered with oiled paper, half uncovered, allowing the smoke and the aroma of meat to drift outside.
Every household, smelling the meaty fragrance, knew that Old Su Guaizi was hosting a dinner tonight. They swallowed saliva and, looking at their own dishes lacking oil, gobbled up their meals.
After feeding the pigs, Ma Donghua returned home, smelled the meaty aroma from her elder brother's place, and scoffed, "This elder brother of ours just doesn't know how to live properly. The mine just lost fifteen hundred, yet they act as if they have ten thousand, imitating others by eating big chunks of meat as if they've never seen money before."
