After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

Although Jiang Ziling had not touched alcohol for a long time, Meng Yuanyou’s suggestion suddenly ignited a strong desire within him. The scenes from his memory came vividly alive: in the past, he and his elder brother would go to the town to sell their hunted game. Whenever there was a slight surplus, they would definitely visit a tavern, order a few greasy meat dishes, pair it with a small plate of salty peanuts, and finally, drink a bowl of warm yellow wine. The feeling of utter satisfaction, which could relieve their cravings and eliminate fatigue, was indescribable.

However, since the severe injury he sustained, such simple and pure joy seemed unreachable.

"Alright, Brother Yuanyou, tonight I will join you for a good drink," he declared.

Jiang Ziling’s words carried a resolution, as if he intended to temporarily cast aside those bitter memories and reclaim the joy of old days.

The tacit understanding and conversations between the two quickly warmed up their initially tentative relationship; any previous barriers seemed to be dissipated by the fragrance of the liquor.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, with the help of Aunt Wang, Su Yu was busy preparing the plump fish that shimmered with scales.

Su Yu cherished these gifts from nature immensely. She carefully collected every fish scale, planning to create another unique delicacy with them.

She then skillfully sliced the fish meat, cautiously removed the bones, and added meticulously prepared seasonings to ensure the fish was thoroughly marinated, waiting for the flavors to deeply penetrate every fiber.