The story of fat decomposition sheep

The story of "Fat Sheep": My father opened a mutton restaurant in the village, and the men in the village will always come to visit. As the Chinese New Year approaches, more people come and work harder, and some people secretly ask my dad. Li Ge, are there any fat sheep in the Chinese New Year's dishes? My dad sighed, this dish is expensive, expensive and tired, so I won't cook it now. Other men in the village also gathered around and praised my dad for his good cooking and gave him a lot of wine. I can't forget the fat sheep made by Li Ge once. It's more delicious than other dishes in the store.

Yes, I bought the fattest sheep I chose a few years ago. It is really the best. They began to talk about the variety of sheep again, saying that mutton was better and almost said that they would fight. My dad smiled disdainfully and grabbed the shoulder of the village head next to him. If you ask me, the best sheep is the fat broken sheep, which has a unique flavor and can't be forgotten after eating it.

The village head also nodded, missing it very much. The last time was twenty years ago. Everyone had a big fight for meat, and all the cubs in the sheep's stomach were cleaned up. I leaned over and wondered why I didn't use a ram as a sheep. In rural areas, mothers will keep them until they can't lay eggs, which is much more valuable than public ones. My dad doesn't know if his eyes are scarlet because he drank too much. Fat sheep can only be female.

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Although my father promised to be a sheep, one sheep is obviously not enough for the whole village to eat. If you want to eat sheep, you have to fight. The villagers sent one sheep after another, each of which was fat and strong. Father took a notebook at the door and weighed and counted each sheep. If the sheep don't pass the customs, they will force money to come over, and the qualification for buying sheep is still controversial. They also tried their best to please them, hoping to have a bite of meat residue broth and try their best to taste it.

My dad made a lot of money, and the sheep he sent filled my sheepfold. He carefully wrote down the share that each family could get in his notebook. My mother sat in the room watching from a distance, and her rice bowl was full of fresh ginger and green onions, which were being chewed mechanically. Mom, when did you like this? I took a greedy bite, too, and immediately spit it out. It's terrible. My mother chewed expressionless and didn't answer my question.