Hard work after winning the lottery

Hua Yun's voice was like a gentle breeze carrying the sweet fragrance of flowers, softly caressing the softest part of Zhou Yinchuan's heart.

The phrase "This is your own home" instantly shattered the last bit of politeness and distance in his heart.

Looking at the young and sincere face before him, and then at the sizzling, fragrant lamb rib on the plate, a surge of emotion welled up in his heart, almost spilling from his eyes.

Yes, home.

Isn't this exactly what he longed for most on the battlefield when he was young?

A place where you can safely entrust your back to your comrades, and where you can eat meat and drink wine to your heart's content.

Zhou Yinchuan no longer declined and nodded solemnly.

He picked up his chopsticks, his movements displaying a soldier's composure, and steadily picked up the substantial piece of rib.

He brought the ribs to his mouth.

The moment the teeth touched the crispy roasted lambskin, a subtle yet incredibly clear "snap" sound rang out on the dining table, which had been silent for a moment.

Beneath the flaky crust lies piping hot and succulent lamb.

With almost no chewing required, the tender meat melts on the tongue, and the rich juices burst in the mouth.

It's not just a simple salty taste, but a complex aroma with extremely rich layers.

It has the pungent aroma of spices brought out by charcoal grilling, the pure sweetness of the lamb itself, and even a subtle yet refreshing fragrance of wild herbs and plants.

good to eat!

Zhou Yinchuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

His chewing movements unconsciously quickened.

After finishing a piece of rib, he let out a long sigh of relief, his face showing undisguised satisfaction and admiration.

"Delicious! This mutton... I've traveled all over the country, and I've never tasted anything this good!"

This heartfelt praise makes the host happier than any fancy words.

Hua Mutou puffed out his chest proudly, his wrinkles spreading into a wide smile: "That's right! The sheep in our Baixi Village eat all kinds of grass on the mountain and drink the sweet dew from the spring. How could they not taste good!"

Li Guifen quickly ladled a large spoonful of chicken soup into Zhou Yinchuan's bowl: "Uncle Zhou, please try this mushroom chicken soup, it's good for your health."

The family's enthusiasm, like the dishes on the table, was endless, almost overwhelming Zhou Yinchuan.

Just then, several clear children's voices broke the adults' conversation.

On the other side of the dining table, three brand-new children's high chairs were specially added.

Hua Yun's three adorable triplets sat upright, dressed in identical red Tang suits, their little faces clean and rosy, like three New Year's picture dolls.

They were clearly also infected by the aroma and lively atmosphere of the table, their eyes wide open and their little feet swinging excitedly in the air.

The second son, Hua Sile, was the most lively and outgoing. He was gnawing on a lamb bone that had been mostly stripped of its meat, his mouth full of oil.

Seeing how much his great-grandfather Zhou enjoyed his meal, he immediately copied him, raising the bone in his hand and calling out in a childish voice:

"Grandpa Zhou, try some! It's delicious!"

His unclear childish voice, coupled with his serious little adult demeanor, instantly drew laughter from the entire room.

Zhou Yinchuan laughed heartily, nodding repeatedly, "Ah! Delicious, delicious! Great-Grandpa, listen to Sile, eat more!"

Sitting next to Si Le, the eldest brother, Hua Si An, was much more quiet and reserved.

Unlike his younger brother, he wasn't focused on the food; his big, dark eyes were constantly observing Zhou Yinchuan.

Seeing that Zhou Yinchuan had finished drinking the tea in his cup, he immediately reached out his chubby little hand and gently tugged at the hem of Hua Yun's clothes next to him.

"Mom, Mom," he whispered, "Grandpa Zhou is out of tea."

Hua Yun was taken aback, then lowered her head and gave her son an approving kiss, feeling both surprised and proud.

She quickly got up, picked up the teapot, and poured Zhou Yinchuan a warm cup of tea.

As Zhou Yinchuan watched this scene, his fondness for it grew even stronger.

This child, at such a young age, has such a delicate mind; it's truly remarkable.

Hua Sitao, the third brother, who was tucked away in the corner, was a true action-taker.

Unlike his second brother, he wasn't eloquent, nor was he as observant as his eldest brother; all his attention was focused on a piece of lamb cartilage on his plate.

That bone was clearly a huge challenge for his tiny baby teeth.

His little brows were tightly furrowed, his cheeks puffed out like a little hamster's, and he was putting all his strength into a fierce "battle" with the bone using his few newly grown baby teeth.

"Huffing and puffing..."

His earnest little face, coupled with his oil-stained, kitten-like features, was so endearing that it was impossible not to smile.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhou Yinchuan could no longer hold back. He pointed at the three little guys, each with their own unique characteristics, and let out the loudest and most hearty laugh of the night.

The laughter was deep and powerful, filled with heartfelt joy, warming the hearts of everyone present.

The slight restraint and unease that had arisen from the overly grand reception vanished instantly in the face of the children's innocent and carefree joy.

At this moment, he was no longer the aloof patriarch of the Zhou family, nor the distinguished guest who had come from afar.

He was just an ordinary old man who came to visit his old comrades and enjoy the happiness of family life.

He completely integrated into this warm and simple family atmosphere.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Hua Mutou and Hua Shu took turns toasting Zhou Yinchuan, chatting about interesting things in the village and this year's harvest.

As Zhou Yinchuan drank his homemade rice wine, he felt completely relaxed and started talking more.

He looked at his third son, Si Tao, who was struggling with the lamb bone, his eyes full of affection. Suddenly remembering something, he smiled and said to everyone:

"Looking at these energetic little ones reminds me of my son Yanjin when he was little."

The moment the name "Yan Jin" was uttered, Hua Yun's heart trembled slightly, as if brushed by a feather.

She unconsciously slowed her movements slightly as she held the bowl.

Could it be the same person?

Zhou Yinchuan continued, "Don't let his stern face and unapproachable demeanor fool you; he was quite mischievous as a child!"

These words immediately piqued everyone's curiosity. Even the three little ones temporarily put down their food, looked up at Grandpa Zhou with curious eyes.

Zhou Yinchuan took a sip of wine and started talking.

"I remember when he was seven or eight years old, he was fearless and the most energetic person in the whole compound. Once, he insisted on going to raid the bird's nest in the old locust tree on the back hill, and no amount of persuasion could stop him."

"And then what happened?" Si Tao, at that mischievous age, listened with great interest and couldn't help but ask.