In the main room, there were still quite a few people. Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zhang along with some cousins were all seated. The men were chatting enthusiastically. Mr. Zhang and his brothers, along with Zhou Xiaozheng, reminisced about their youthful years, often bantering and teasing each other, causing the younger ones nearby to laugh secretly. The large table full of meat dishes remained mostly untouched as they drank and chatted.
When Lin Lishan and Mother Zhang entered, everyone invited them to sit down, but after declining several times, Lin Lishan and the other returned to the room.
Uncle Zhang had just finished recounting the village's hunting scenes of past years, talking about drinking dragon soup and roasting venison in the winter, making everyone present feel excited.
Uncle Zhang's eldest son, Zhang Qingshan, shouted, "Dad, don't just focus on talking. Have a bite to eat; Auntie's dishes are even tastier than what you roast in the wild."
