Seventh Uncle was initially reluctant.
With a dozen or so young lads and lasses, all at the age to eat heartily, cooking a meal for them was quite an undertaking. He wasn't like Jian Xiaokang on the mountain, who had two trusted helpers at this time.
Seventh Uncle sourly noted: he didn't even have any employees!
But Brother Xiaosun, having finally received approval, rushed into the kitchen, tending to the fire and sorting vegetables, while piling up compliments and ending with a lament: they came with twenty people, and now there were only eleven left...
Cooking for eleven people is so simple.
A big iron pot with some water. Mix in bits of pork, vermicelli, and radish, and stew cabbage and tofu... it's like making pig feed.
It's even easier than pig feed.
When feeding pigs, we have to chop up pumpkins and sweet potatoes, ensuring nutritional balance. People are different; they're naturally balanced and can eat anything.
