The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

"Yeah, yeah, why don't we eat more? Fubao, can you say yes, you won't be so stingy that you won't let us eat."

"Sister Fubao, Xiaodouzi also wants to eat."

……

The one who was joking was the old couple, Mrs. Zhang, the nearest neighbor next door, and her grandson Xiaodouzi. The tone of the few people was teasing, and they knew that no one really wanted to eat it.

Song Fubao was about to respond with a smile, saying that Aunt Zhang's family would not suffer if they left by themselves. If they were successful, they would just send some away. Who knew that before she could speak, Wang Erma would also show up.

"This is meat. Can it be eaten by outsiders casually? The Song family is such a big family, maybe they are so generous? You don't even think about the villagers when you get rich, let alone eat good food. What do you two old people think about?"

As he said that, his eyes couldn't help but glance into the pot. The smell of the oil is really fragrant.

The harsh words made everyone feel uncomfortable.

Song Fubao also grimaced, it's fine to come uninvited, and still scolding their guests at their house, noticing Wang Erma's greedy eyes, Song Fubao smiled slightly, pretending to be generous after being satirized by him.

"Our family is very generous, of course I can taste it, but I'm ugly, I cook pig offal, and it's the first time I try to make it delicious. I can't guarantee it's really delicious. It's not good. Don’t ask me to compensate you for eating.”

Pig into the water? ? ?

Everyone was silent, it turned out to be this thing.

But thinking of Song Fubao's reputation for craftsmanship, Wang Erma snorted disdainfully in his heart and smiled flatteringly.

"Fubao really likes to think about these things. I believe in you. Even if your cooking is not delicious, I will definitely eat a whole bowl before I praise you. I'm just afraid that you think I ate too much hehehe."

It was obvious that he wanted to eat more meat but found a high-sounding reason. Everyone saw it. Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang stared at Wang Erma disapprovingly.

Give him a wink to let him go quickly, don't be annoying.

But Wang Erma not only pretended to be blind, but also gave them a sideways glance.

The brothers were also very angry, Song Fubao held them down, nodded again, and waited to watch the show.

Seeing that Wang Erma really had no repentance, and wanted to bully a child, Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang, who had only planned to say a few words, stood still again.

They also waited, waiting for the grandson to beat him out when he robbed him of meat.

Finally, half an hour later, the pigs in the pot were cooked through with a poke. Song Fubao scooped them all up. Everyone smelled good, so they began to look forward to it.

Especially Uncle Zhang, this pig is very cheap. If it is really delicious, then their family will be able to eat meat. Their family has not eaten meat for half a year.

Song Fubao dealt with it on his own. He cut up and started stir-frying according to the usual stir-frying recipes. Stir-fried, braised, and the homemade tofu version is very pork heart.

When it is fried, it has a tangy aroma and a beautiful color, which makes everyone think it is done.

Song Fubao smiled "satisfied", and then took out the chopsticks and handed them to everyone, "Taste it, everyone, and give me some advice. I haven't eaten it yet. Who wants to try this first bite?"

Aunt Zhang, Uncle Zhang, and Xiao Douzi were both shy and didn’t move after receiving the chopsticks. Song Youjin and Song Youyin wanted to try first, but Wang Erma couldn’t wait to push the two of them away, smiling brightly, “I’ll come first, I’ll come first.”

"Wang Erma, don't go too far, this is my home!"

"That's right, you still owe us work."

The brothers were dissatisfied, but Wang Erma didn't mind at all, and even put on a plate of braised pig's intestines and pig's heart, "I'm a guest now, and your sister agrees to my food, but you still have to go back on your word, you're stingy. "

After finishing speaking, he directly picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth, um, it's delicious.

The color is ruddy, the mouth is raked and glutinous, it is really...yue, the expression of enjoyment is less than three seconds, Wang Erma's face changed, and the initial flavor of seasoning on the surface was lost. Some fishy smells are getting stronger.

He retched directly, and looked at Song Fubao who was observing him in disbelief, this girl's cooking is so bad?

It didn't look like he was being teased, but this was too unpalatable, Yue, he put down the plate, retched non-stop, and was about to run out while leaning on the wall.

Others also stepped forward to taste it with chopsticks, but in an instant, everyone in the room began to retch, especially Wang Erma, who didn't believe in evil, bit down a mouthful of pig large intestine, and saw the dots of black matter, he tasted it. After tasting it, I had a bad feeling.

Immediately there was a terrifying roar, "Song Fubao, you don't even wash your dishes. This is pig manure, isn't it? Yue, vomit, it's too disgusting. Song Fubao, you don't even know how to cook. You're poisoning people to death!"

He yelled and rushed out, running out of sight in an instant.

Song Fubao was very regretful, and sighed, "Didn't you say you want to eat a bowl, second brother, you can give this bowl to Wang Erma and send it home."

Song Youjin was throwing up, and when he heard this, he threw it away, picked up the plate and chased after him, "Uncle Wang Erma, your food, you said you should eat a bowl, come and eat it."