"I have been drinking porridge every day recently, and my legs and feet are weak. Oh, this cake tastes really good."

Mrs. Wang stood aside awkwardly, not daring to say a word.

Zhu Daya glanced at it and whispered, "I'll go to the kitchen to cook mushroom soup."

She used a little force to enter the kitchen with a basket of mushrooms.

Soon, a strange fragrance came from the kitchen. She didn't know where she got the lard from and was taking it for germ soup. The fragrance made people feel greedy.

Zhu Dabao rushed in and shouted, "Damn girl, this smells so good. What are you doing?"

Zhu Daya looked at Zhu Dabao and smiled, "My mother and I just went to pick mushrooms and are making mushrooms. The mushroom soup is so delicious, it tastes so fragrant."

"You put lard?"

Zhu Dabao couldn't help but sniff hard.

Zhu Daya said with a smile, "Yes, I've put lard on it!"

"Where did you get the lard?"

"The old bachelor in our village still has lard!"

After hearing this, Zhu Dabao couldn't help but look at Zhu Daya with contempt.

"You even like old bachelors? It's so disgusting!"

The old bachelor at the entrance of the village is only 1.4 meters tall, and he is already forty years old. He has a short figure and a face pieced together, and his facial features are all twisted.

How did this lard come from? It’s impossible to say, it must be Zhu Daya who let the old bachelor take advantage.

Otherwise, how could someone give her good things like lard?

The resentment in Zhu Daya's eyes flashed by, and then it became as if nothing had happened.

"Dabao, you are my only good brother. Isn't this to make you a delicious meal?"
Chapter completed!