An Guoqing's words made everyone at the breeding farm roar with laughter.
The men bought the pig and sheep, tied them up, and lifted them onto the tractor.
Jiang Xia looked at the oinking pig and baaing sheep crammed into the truck bed.
"An Ning, you drive."
"Okay."
An Ning didn't sense anything was off, simply thinking Jiang Xia didn't feel like driving anymore.
She sat up front while the four large men, one pig, and four sheep were squeezed into the back.
Li Chengze's spot was closest to the pig. With every bump and jolt, he felt like he was about to get up close and personal with it.
But the Li Chengze of today wasn't thinking about how dirty the pig was, but about how fragrant the pork would be.
After the baptism of the pig-butchering feast, Li Chengze's tastes had changed considerably.
The main thing was that this pork was just so incredibly fragrant.
"It'd be great if we had an oven. Roasted meat is delicious too."
