In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 60 It smells so good!

"Me too."

Ding Xiaohua and He Cuilian gave similar answers. This chicken soup was indeed quite unique. The soup was light red in color, and after drinking it, it seemed as if the coldness in their bodies had been dispelled, and they felt warm all over, as if they were in a warm winter.

"Is it?"

Chen Dao looked thoughtful. It seemed that the chicken soup only had a mild nourishing effect, far less than chicken blood. He wondered how effective the chicken meat was.

"Mom, there's still some chicken soup in the house. Take it and let Uncle and the others try it."

"Let me do it."

Ding Xiaohua got up quickly, went into the kitchen, picked up the wooden bucket filled with soup, and then went out the door straight to the construction site.

Chen Dao, on the other hand, tore off a fragrant chicken leg and started eating right away.

Although only a little salt was added to the stewed chicken for seasoning, it was still very tender after stewing for half an hour, and had a rich meaty aroma that made Chen Dao's mouth water.

Soon, Chen Dao had devoured the meat from the chicken leg, and at that moment, a warm sensation rose in his stomach, but...

"This warm current seems to be different from chicken blood?"

Chen Dao carefully sensed the changes within his body. When he drank the chicken blood, his body reacted strongly, feeling as if his blood and qi were boiling, making him eager to release the excess energy within him.

The feeling of eating chicken is completely different from that of eating chicken blood. Although it also creates a warm current in the body and nourishes the blood, the effect is not as intense as that of chicken blood. It nourishes the body slowly and gently, like a gentle rain.

Chen Dao continued eating the stewed chicken. Because he had just finished boxing, he was extremely exhausted and had a great appetite. In no time, he finished the whole chicken.

As Chen Dao finished the whole chicken, the warm current in his body became stronger, but the effect was relatively mild. It only gave Chen Dao a warm feeling all over his body, unlike the chicken blood that made people feel like they had a lot of energy that they couldn't release immediately.

"It seems that chicken has a relatively mild nourishing effect, which is a gradual way of nourishing the body."

After pondering for a moment, Chen Dao went to the bathroom to take a shower.

While Chen Dao was taking a shower, Ding Xiaohua arrived at the construction site, carrying a wooden bucket, and said to Chen Da, "Uncle Chen, this is chicken soup made by our benefactor. He asked me to bring it to you to try."

Upon hearing this, Chen Da immediately shouted, ordering Chen Cheng and the others to stop what they were doing and gather around Ding Xiaohua.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Chen Cheng scratched his head and asked.

"Good thing."

Chen laughed loudly, "Brother Dao made some chicken soup and specially asked Xiao Hua to bring it over for you to try!"

"chicken soup!"

The eyes of the three Chen brothers, Chen Si, and Chen Jiang all lit up.

At the same time, Ding Xiaohua lifted the lid of the wooden bucket. As the lid was opened, a rich aroma wafted out, making Chen Cheng and the others' mouths water.

The villagers watching the commotion nearby were sniffling and swallowing hard.

"What's this smell? It smells so good."

"I remember that smell, it's meaty, there's no mistake!"

"Meat? Daoge'er's family even gives them meat to eat? That's too extravagant!"

"Just how rich is Daoge'er's family! They're actually willing to give meat to those who help with the work!"

"I can't even remember the last time I ate meat!"

"Mom, I want to eat meat too!"

"Eat my ass! Get out of here!"

"..."

The villagers' guesses were wrong, of course. The food Chen Dao gave Chen Cheng and the others was not meat, but chicken soup.

Even chicken soup for the soul was enough to make Chen Cheng and the others drool.

Looking at the soup floating in the wooden bucket, glistening with oil and brimming with the aroma of meat, Chen Cheng couldn't help but swallow hard and said, "Brother Dao is so good to us! Not only are the steamed buns plentiful, but he also gives us meat soup!"

Chen Shi and Chen Mu nodded frantically. Chen Dao had truly treated them well. They used to struggle to even get enough rice bran to eat, but since they started working for Chen Dao, they had steamed buns to eat every day and had never gone hungry. They even had egg drop soup from time to time, and now they even had chicken soup...

This kind of life is common for more than 90% of the villagers.

"Drink it while it's hot!"

Ding Xiaohua smiled, took out a bowl, and ladled a bowl of chicken soup for each person.

Chen Cheng took the bowl of chicken soup first, smelling the rich aroma of meat in the bowl. He was so reluctant to drink it all at once that he took a small sip instead.

As the chicken soup entered his mouth, the rich, meaty aroma he hadn't experienced in years spread through his palate, stimulating Chen Cheng's taste buds.

"Smells, it smells so good!"

Chen Cheng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The others also drank the soup while praising it highly.

Even Chen Si and Chen Jiang showed satisfied expressions. For them, who had only eaten staple food all year round, even a bowl of chicken soup with the aroma of meat was enough to make them feel satisfied.

Everyone sipped their soup slowly, their faces showing happiness.

"Little Flower, you'll have a bowl too!"

Chen Da noticed the longing look on Ding Xiaohua's face and hurriedly said to her.

"I'd rather not drink it!"

Ding Xiaohua said somewhat embarrassedly, "There's not much chicken soup, so you guys who do heavy work should have the best portion."

Ding Xiaohua, who came from a rural background, naturally knew that men who did physical labor needed to eat more. Although there was no chicken in the chicken soup, it still had the aroma of meat, which could help the men regain some strength.

Chen Da ignored Ding Xiaohua's refusal, ladled out a bowl of chicken soup, and stuffed it into Ding Xiaohua's hand.

"uncle……"

Ding Xiaohua was deeply moved as she accepted the chicken soup. Both Chen Dao, who had saved her, and the Chen family had been too kind to her, making her feel a warmth she had never experienced before on her journey of hundreds of miles to Qingzhou.

"Drink."

"Thank you, uncle."

Ding Xiaohua did not refuse again, but picked up the chicken soup and drank it slowly.

"This chicken soup is really good."

At this moment, Chen Cheng, who had finished drinking the chicken soup in his bowl, smacked his lips and said, "After drinking it, I feel warm all over, as if I have gained a lot of strength."

"Me too."

Chen Shi and Chen Mu nodded frantically, like echoes of Chen Cheng.

"If I could eat steamed buns and drink chicken soup every day, I'd feel like I'd die happy!"

Chen Cheng continued.

"Cheng-ge'er, do you want to live the life of a landlord?"

Chen Jiang said jokingly, "Even landlords and rich people can't live a life of steamed buns and chicken soup every day!"

"Ha ha!"

Everyone laughed.

Soon, everyone who had finished the chicken soup was full of energy and continued working.

Ding Xiaohua carried the wooden bucket back to Chen Dajia's house and sat in the living room chatting with Chen Dao and others.

"mother!"

Just then, a faint voice came from behind.

Ding Xiaohua was taken aback, then a look of surprise flashed across her face.

"It's Xiaojie's voice."

Ding Xiaohua excitedly got up and went straight to the room next door.

Chen Dao and the others exchanged glances and then got up to follow.