Mrs. Li also pulled a stool and sat down next to Xie Yuanjiu, looking at him like that.

"Eat quickly, if you don't eat again, it will be cold."

At this moment, Xie Yuanjiu completely forgot that he was facing a mentally disturbed patient, and his words seemed to be under a spell, and he tentatively picked up the chopsticks.

"Grandma Li, can I really taste it?"

Mrs. Li smiled kindly.

"Eat, eat, it's all yours."

This braised pork is so fragrant, Xie Yuanjiu told himself, just taste it, just take a bite.

The half-fat and half-lean meat, when you bite into it, you feel that your mouth is full of oil, soft and glutinous with a hint of sweetness, fat but not greasy, he swears, this is definitely the best braised pork he has ever eaten in his life.

I really didn't expect that Mrs. Li still had this craft, why had she never heard her grandfather talk about it before.

Mrs. Li's face was full of expectation, she stared at Xie Yuanjiu's expression like that, and was still a little nervous, and asked him.

"Isn't it delicious?"

Xie Yuanjiu nodded violently, but he controlled himself not to pick a lump of meat, although he had only just returned from the labor reform, it was true that he had never eaten such a large piece of meat in his eight hundred lifetimes, and it was a luxury to be able to eat some minced meat in the labor reform farm.

However, he still can't disgrace his grandfather.

Seeing that Xie Yuanjiu didn't move his chopsticks, Mrs. Li was a little angry.

"Since it's delicious, then you can eat it, and if you don't eat it, I'll be angry."

Xie Yuanjiu lifted the chopsticks again, and this time, he said to himself that it was Grandma Li who asked him to eat, so he could eat two more pieces, not more.

However, this braised pork is really delicious, plus there is also that bowl of white rice, tonight, he only drank a bowl of porridge in the commune, and he was not even willing to eat one white flour steamed bun.

Just like that, one piece after another, unconsciously, such a big bowl of potato braised pork was almost eaten by himself.

Mrs. Li watched him eat from the side, and she was happier than she ate herself, and she was so excited that she wiped her tears.

"Guoqiang, you haven't come back to see your mother for a long time, your mother wants to kill you, if you are full, if you are not full, your mother will give you a bowl of noodles."

When Xie Yuanjiu heard this, he finally recovered from the hearty food, looked at the bowl of meat that had bottomed out, and thought that it was broken.

Mrs. Li recognized the wrong person, how could she follow her to be confused.

For Yao Guoqiang, Xie Yuanjiu has a memory, but it is only from childhood memories, he was probably five or six years old, he saw Yao Guoqiang in military uniform come back to visit relatives, and the people in the village respected him, and they all praised Mrs. Li for giving birth to a good son.

But since then, he has never seen him again, and only later did he hear from his grandfather that he had an accident and was gone, and for this, Xie Yuanjiu was sad for a long time.

Xie Yuanjiu was a little flustered.

"Grandma Li, I, I'm Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu of the Xie family on the other side, this meat is so delicious, I can't help it, this is the steamed bun that grandpa asked me to send back to you, I'll put it here first, I'll go back first."

It's really embarrassing, I obviously came back to deliver food, but I ended up eating all Grandma Li's food, which should be known by grandpa.

No, no, you must not let grandpa know.

Tomorrow, I will buy another pound of meat and come back to Grandma Li, now it can only be like this, blame this braised pork is so delicious.

Grandma Li didn't seem to understand Xie Yuanjiu's words, and held his hand.

"Guoqiang, can't you spend more time with your mother, and then talk to your mother, okay?"

The pleading in his eyes made Xie Yuanjiu not even bear it, he didn't know what to do for a while, and at this moment, the originally closed door was pushed open, and a brisk voice came.

"Grandma, I'm back, I'll fry another green vegetable, and then we can start the meal."

Yao Wenjing was carrying a vegetable basket in her hand, and the cloth shoes on her feet were sticking to the yellow mud in the field.

She and Xie Yuanjiu in the room looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the bottom of the mess on the table, and their eyes widened.

"You finished all the braised pork I made?"