The Zhou family rarely ate meat, perhaps only a few times a year.
If they did, it was usually because Lu Chunsheng would send some, but rarely in such large quantities as this time, and it wasn't always offal—that was often stolen rather than bought. Another possibility was that it was tuition money allocated to teachers by Zhou Ang's uncle, Zhou An, which they usually didn't keep and sent over. Or, during holidays like the New Year, Zhou An would personally come to deliver some fine grains, rice, and meat.
Aside from these, Zhou Ang had almost no other memory of such a situation in the past ten years.
Meat was so delicious; who wouldn't want to eat meat!
The adults were somewhat better off, but the children couldn't resist. Little Zhou Zihe, usually quite sensible, watched as
