Wei Shuying looked at the three pairs of longing little eyes, and she scooped out half a spoonful of lard, which was not much, and put it into the pot. The three little guys stood by the pot, sniffing the lard as it melted in the pot.

The smell of oil stains made everyone drool with greed, wishing they could just scoop up the lard from the pot and drink it.

Seeing her children being so greedy for a little lard, Wei Shuying couldn't help but feel a little sad, but when she thought of her husband Qiao Wangzu, Wei Shuying could only sigh secretly and continue to immerse herself in cooking.

However, after a while, as the aroma of oil residue mixed with loofah filled the air, the three little guys turned their attention to Wei Shuying again.

Wei Shuying looked at the longing eyes of her children and walked to the cupboard. When she opened it, she found that the bowl containing the oil residue was already empty. It must have been used by Qiao Wangzu when he was drinking last night.

"The oil residue is gone. When your dad gets paid his salary and gives you living expenses someday, mom will go buy some fat meat to refine. You won't eat it today, okay."

Although the three little guys were disappointed, they all nodded obediently.

Wei Shuying rubbed the heads of the three little ones distressedly and returned to the stove to cook for the family.

On the other side, Aunt Wu hurried home, smelled a scent, and opened the courtyard door suspiciously.

Qin Xianglan immediately ran out when she heard the noise, hugged her mother's thigh, and said happily: "Mom, you are finally back. Let's eat quickly. The food cooked by my brother is delicious."

Aunt Wu was even more puzzled when she heard this. She seemed to have just a son, right?

As for Qin Hao's ability to cook, she didn't believe it. This boy was usually naughty and mischievous, so she didn't have to worry about it. Let alone cooking, he wouldn't even help the soy sauce bottle at home when it was overturned. What's more, the smell was so delicious.

It's unlikely that a child could do it.

But unable to resist the urging of her younger daughter, she was quickly pulled into the main room and found her eldest son sitting at the dining table.

There were also three bowls of white rice, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of loofah on the dining table, and it looked like there was oil residue on them.

"Did you do all this?" Aunt Wu came to the dining table suspiciously.

The little girl couldn't wait any longer. She picked up the bowl and was about to eat when she suddenly thought of something. She picked up a piece of oil residue, mixed it with loofah, and put it into her mother's bowl.

"Mom, try it quickly. This fried loofah with oil residue is delicious. It's better than anything you make."

Seeing that her little daughter was slurring her words after eating, Aunt Wu tentatively picked up the chopsticks, and the oily residue and loofah mixed with the rice entered her mouth. A rich aroma made her eyes widen. The fatigue of the afternoon seemed to be relieved at this moment.

Small relief.

With just two dishes, Aunt Wu ate two large bowls of rice. She put down her chopsticks and then remembered a question.

"How much lard did you use?"

Qin Hao was stunned for a moment when he was asked. Aunt Wu didn't wait for Qin Hao's answer and walked straight to the kitchen. Not long after, she heard a distressed ouch. Not long after, Aunt Wu returned to the main room and said to Qin Hao with a serious face.
Chapter completed!