Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 894 - 904 Shes Not Pig-Raising_1
Chapter 894: Chapter 904 She’s Not Pig-Raising_1 Chapter 894 -904 She’s Not Pig-Raising_1 And just like that, amid the hustle and bustle, one after another, the students’ coachmen began to return, delivering the game the students had hunted.
Qiao Xiaomai immediately had them slaughtered and marinated with a variety of seasonings, ready for grilling when everyone returned.
These people brought their own tableware and grill racks; all she needed to prepare were the ingredients.
By noon, everyone had returned.
Their archery lessons had not gone to waste; each person had caught something, big or small, and by then, Xiaomai had also finished preparing for the banquet.
The pork offal was braised, the chicken drumsticks and pig’s trotters were steamed in bowls, the lamb was stewed, and the dried vegetables were stir-fried, along with sweet potato porridge, a mix of both meat and veggies.
Once the group had washed their hands and taken their seats, those familiar with each other sat together, eagerly grabbing their chopsticks to tuck in.
There was no need to speak of Qiao Xiaomai’s culinary skills; after running around the mountains all morning, their stomachs growled with hunger, and now, tasting her cooking, they ate as if partaking in the Immortal Elixir, the frequency of their chopstick use fully expressing their satisfaction with Qiao Xiaomai’s cooking.
After near-demolishing the food on the table, Qiao Xiaomai immediately commanded the dishes to be cleared away and brought out the charcoal and grills, letting the group start their barbecue.
Their own catch was bound to taste better than anything bought, and with that, the students’ enthusiasm reached even higher, the backyard buzzing with noise akin to the Vegetable Market.
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At this moment, Tong Sanlang’s roast suckling pig was almost ready; upon opening the oven, an irresistible aroma instantly wafted through the air, the scent of pork mingling with that of the Spiritual Spring water, as if winged, relentlessly burrowing into one’s nostrils.
The pigskin had turned a golden color, extremely enticing to the eye.
Qiao Xiaomai clicked her tongue a few times, “I don’t want to give it to them to eat anymore.”
Her piglets, carefully raised with the Spiritual Spring water, hadn’t even grown up before ending up in these people’s stomachs…
“How about we raise the price? Fifty taels per plate, how about that?” Tong Sanlang considerately suggested.
Earlier, when Dean Gu asked how much it cost, Xiaomai waved her hand, indicating it was free.
But now that the dish was finished, it really felt like a loss to give it away for nothing!
After all, it wasn’t just the taste that was good; it had real effects as well.
Upon hearing that, Qiao Xiaomai reluctantly said, “Forget it, today I’ve already made twenty thousand taels of silver.”
All these banquet preparations had hardly cost a thousand taels; they were all just home-cooked dishes.
Having made so much today, she didn’t have the heart to overcharge people anymore.
Knowing what she was thinking, Tong Sanlang remarked, “Spiritual Spring water, it’s priceless.”
It heals the sick and, for those not ill, strengthens the body.
Hearing that, Qiao Xiaomai looked up at him, her gaze meeting his smiling, dark eyes, and she couldn’t help but smile too.
Yes, they should stand tall; she was not ripping anyone off.
In the cold weather, Tong Sanlang carried the roasted pig to the backyard in a clean large basket, cutting and serving it in front of everyone.
Dean Gu sat right at the courtyard gate, and Tong Sanlang cut a plate for him first.
The aroma was enticing, and even before tasting it, a look of satisfaction appeared on Dean Gu’s face; he certainly knew quality.
A good pig, it really was a fine pig indeed!
Once Tong Sanlang had finished slicing the whole suckling pig, and everyone had filled their bellies with pork, they all echoed Dean Gu’s sentiment: a good pig, it truly was an excellent pig!
“Xiaomai, do you sell these pigs? I’d like to order one for the New Year,” Dean Gu immediately pulled Xiaomai aside to inquire.
The meat of the young pig was very tender; by the New Year, it should grow just right.
“Of course, when the time comes I’ll have Sanlang deliver one to you as his New Year’s gift to you,” Qiao Xiaomai said with a beaming smile.
By saying so, she was also silencing any other potential requests.
Dean Gu was like a mentor to Tong Sanlang, so gifting him a pig was perfectly fine, but as for the others, there was no need.
She was a landlady, not a pig farmer.
These few pigs she planned to consume slowly with her own family next year.
