Mingyang, Mingliang, and Ming Fang, along with Ming Kai, were sitting at the kitchen doorway, waiting for the master cook to finish rendering the lard, while Uncle Guai occasionally glanced over as he entertained guests.
The house was like celebrating the New Year every day, and even when they went out, they were still thinking about the lard scraps!
He felt the paper-wrapped packet of white sugar in his pocket, waiting to sprinkle it on the lard scraps for them to eat.
Shen Meng watched the greedy bunch, unable to take her eyes off them.
"What are you sitting here for? Grandma has given you a lot of lard scraps as well!"
"I want to eat, I want to eat."
Lu Mingkai wiggled his little butt, swaying and insisting on staying in the kitchen. Mingyang and the others looked helplessly at Shen Meng, and Mingliang even sighed.
"Mom, Ming Kai is a stubborn mule. If he doesn't want to leave, he just won't."
"Alright, alright, stay here and eat then!"
