The men helping the Zhang family build their house lined up for their meal. When they saw today's dishes, they all swallowed hard. Over the past few days, the food from the Zhang family had never been a disappointment, neither in taste nor in quality. The wait in line was a bit boring, and as everyone had grown familiar with each other, some started joking with Zhang Wei Qiang, who was helping Lin Qin and Zhang Minzhen serve. Of course, with two women present, no one dared to make any off-color jokes.
"Brother Qiang, your wife and sister are one more capable than the next!" someone said with immense envy. "Putting everything else aside, just based on their cooking skills, I dare say there are few in the surrounding villages who can compare. Every time, the food is so good I want to swallow my own tongue."
