Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was almost time to get off work when Chef Zhu pushed open the office door.

"Chang Kun, the seasoning packets and vegetables are ready. Would you like to eat here?"

Chang Kun stood up, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him: "Thank you, Uncle Zhu, I'll take it back and eat it."

"Okay, I'll pack it in a lunchbox for you, and your mother can bring it back tomorrow."

"Well... Uncle Zhu, I'll be going now." Chang Kun said goodbye to Director Zhu and followed Chef Zhu into the kitchen.

"These are Four Happiness Meatballs, Garlic Pork Belly, and Twice-Cooked Pork. I only made these dishes in a rush, so please make do with them." Chef Zhu introduced each dish, packed them into an aluminum lunchbox, tied it with a rope, and handed it to Chang Kun.

Just by looking at the colors of these dishes, Chang Kun knew that they must taste good. He reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes from his spatial storage, and handed it to Chef Zhu.

"Uncle Zhu, thank you so much for your help."

Originally, the meat was sold to the state-run restaurant, and the money and meat were settled in one lump sum. These dishes were a gift from the restaurant to Chang Kun as a favor, and he wanted to reciprocate.

Chef Zhu chuckled, tapping Chang Kun with his cigarette: "No wonder everyone at the supply and marketing cooperative across the street says Chang Kun is so good at this and that, you're really generous, kid. Alright, I'll take this cigarette. Next time you want to cook something, just let me know."

Chang Kun wanted to hear that. Some of the game he hunted in the future would be hard to eat if not prepared properly, but if prepared well, it would be a famous dish, just like those bear paws in the space. Most people really couldn't cook them well.

Carrying his lunchbox and a few seasoning packets and base sauce, Chang Kun had just stepped out of the restaurant when he heard someone across the street call out, "Chang Kun, come and sit down."

Chang Kun laughed. It was Director Song of the supply and marketing cooperative. A dignified director of the supply and marketing cooperative, sitting at the door smoking and waiting for him, just for some meat. In later generations, this would be a joke.

"Uncle Song, there's no need for this!" Chang Kun said, taking the cigarette offered by Director Song.

"Xiao Kun, you have no idea how scarce meat is on the market right now. Yesterday you brought over all that donkey meat, and I didn't keep a single bite for myself. I gave it all to the leaders... I was thinking that if I couldn't eat the donkey meat, I should at least eat some pork." Director Song blinked at Chang Kun.

Chang Kun: ...

"Uncle Song, if I may ask, did you give all the donkey meat to your superiors? Are you hoping to get promoted?"

"Haha, just by listening to you say that, I can tell you're still young. Little Kun doesn't know the benefits of power yet!"

Chang Kun thought to himself, "Don't I know the benefits of power? It's nothing more than first making yourself a dog, and then treating others like dogs..."

Having been reborn, he had no desire to deal with these things; they were too exhausting!

Wouldn't it be better to live a more carefree life? Look at what Director Song has become! He hasn't even had a bite of the thirty or forty pounds of donkey meat himself. It's outrageous.

"Uncle Song, let me check in a couple of days. Let's talk about it after I've caught a wild boar." My mother works at the supply and marketing cooperative, and Director Song is quite considerate of her. Even just for my mother's sake, he'll share some of the game with her.

"Alright, I knew Xiao Kun was a loyal friend." Director Song stood up and called out to the inside, "Liu Meifen, you can go home now. Xiao Kun is waiting for you here."

Chang Kun glanced at his watch and realized he still had more than ten minutes before he had to leave work. He stopped her, saying, "Director Song, it's not time yet. Let my mother go to work. I also have some things to do at the office."

After saying that, without waiting for his reply, he got on his bicycle and sped away.

If he took his mother home on his bike, the food in the lunchbox would probably be scattered everywhere. Chang Kun rode to an empty alley, put the food and seasoning packets into his storage space, and then continued riding home.

Liu Meifen walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative's gate and looked around: "Director, where's Xiao Kun?"

"He said he had to leave first. Xiao Kun is really capable; he never lacks meat. Unlike my son, who's almost thirty and still tries to steal meat from me every day..."

"My son Kun is no match for the director's son," Liu Meifen said modestly, but her face was already beaming with joy.

Halfway through his bike ride, Chang Kun found a stream and dug up a pile of yellow soil by the stream. He had promised the little girls yesterday that he would make beggar's chicken, and he would decide whether to give it to them after seeing how well they did on their dictation test.

Before it got dark, the beggar's chicken was buried in the mound.

I set up the big pot I had bought from the supply and marketing cooperative, lit the fire and boiled the water. After putting the pork into the pot, I threw in the spice packet. Just a few minutes later, the aroma wafted out.

Making braised pork takes an hour or so. While waiting, Chang Kun jumped into the stream and scooped the fish and water into his space.

Wheat ears, crucian carp, black carp, eel, yellow catfish, stream grouper—I'll take anything that tastes good. Before moving, I'm raising fish in the fish pond in the courtyard house.

"Hey, this one's nice, pretty good-looking, is it bitterling?" Suddenly Chang Kun spotted a small fish with a golden belly and a white edge on its fins. He scooped it out and carefully placed it in a corner of his space.

There are also quite a few loaches and flower loaches in the stream, which look nice and could be kept as ornamental fish.

In an hour, Chang Kun picked through fish and shrimp of all sizes, catching about a hundred pounds.

After getting ashore and turning off the fire, the braised meat had turned a dark red color. I put the pot and meat directly into the space, wondering if the braising broth would continue to infuse the meat with flavor in the space.

By the time I got home by bike, it was almost dark.

"Big brother, the big pot..."

Several young girls greeted Chang Kun at the door.

"Big brother, we've all learned the new words today, let's test them!" Chang Qing, Chang Mu, and Xiao Shui proudly proclaimed, puffing out their chests.

"Really?"

"Yes!!" They all nodded.

They volunteered to take the test, so it seems they really learned the characters. Chang Kun nodded: "Okay, it's too late today, I'll test you tomorrow. This is a reward."

He took out a few mud balls from his shoulder bag. "Eat them yourself."

After everyone received a beggar's chicken, Chang Kun carried his lunchbox into the main room: "Father, Mother, Eldest Sister, there's something good to eat tonight."

Cheers erupted from behind him from the little girls, "Oh~ thank you, big brother!"

Apart from Xiaoshui, the other girls had all eaten beggar's chicken made by Feilong, and were squatting in the yard skillfully making mud balls.

Little Shui followed suit, and soon a fragrance wafted from the mud ball.

Xiuer was the youngest and slowest. While her older sisters were tearing off chicken legs and eating, her mud ball was still unopened.

"Sister, help me open this." She pushed the mud ball in front of Chang Qing.

"Hmph! You only remember me now?" Chang Qing turned her face away and glared at Xiu'er arrogantly. "Who rode here on a little fire to laugh at me! Huh?"

Little Xiu'er's mouth watered as she looked at the chicken leg in Chang Qing's hand. She squeezed next to her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek: "Good sister, I want some too..."

As the youngest sister in the family, she naturally has her own philosophy of survival, and her cuteness and coquettishness are always effective.

"Ptooey, you've got your saliva all over my face!" Chang Qing took Xiu'er's beggar's chicken and helped her shake it. "What did you just call me?"

Xiuer drooled, "Good sister, good sister..."

"Call me 'good sister' when you need something, and call me 'Xiao Qing' when you don't. You little rascal, you really know the difference."