As noon approached, the folks in the village had been helping tidy up all morning, and it was already past eleven. Why hadn't lunch started yet?
Usually, no one would be in a rush—after all, it's the off-season in winter, and many have just returned from working. When to eat wasn't a big deal.
But Wu Lei and the others were anxious!
They had tasted the good stuff. That night they enjoyed delicious food and drink, but with the braised pork bubbling in the kitchen, when the old man wanted to taste it, he simply wasn't given a chance!
Old Li couldn't take it anymore: "Not letting us eat yet making it smell so good! If I could eat things like this in the mountains, why would I travel so far?!"
Song Sancheng happened to walk in to fetch the portable stove and overheard, and couldn't help but be curious: "Old man, you don't raise pigs on the mountain? Gee, that's strict!"
As soon as he said this, the old men fell quiet.
