The lunch was particularly lavish, Zhang Meifeng felt sorry for Xu Qinghuan, so she made a big bowl of braised pork and a pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms.
In Li Shouzhi's words, it was more sumptuous than the New Year, "Your aunt is just lazy, doesn't want to make me something tasty. Today, I'm lucky because of you. It's a pity it's not evening, otherwise, I could have a couple ounces of liquor."
Zhang Meifeng popped a mushroom into Li Shouzhi's bowl, "Eat your food, eating can't even stop your talking. With your health, you still want to drink?"
Li Shouzhi has many hidden injuries, he craves alcohol every day, but every time he drinks, he suffers pain all over afterward.
She then grabbed a big drumstick for Xu Qinghuan, "Huanhuan, come, eat more. Look at you, so thin, the wind in the Great Northeast could blow you away."
