Story of "Fat Sheep": My father opened a mutton restaurant in the village, and the men in the village always came to visit. As the Chinese New Year approaches, more people come and work harder, and some people secretly inquire with my dad. Li Ge, are there any fat-broken sheep in the New Year's food? My dad sighed, this dish is expensive, costly and tiring, so I won't cook it now. Other men in the village also gathered around, boasting about my dad's craftsmanship and giving him a lot of wine. I can't forget the fat-broken sheep made in 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's really the best. They began to talk about sheep breeds again, saying that sheep meat tastes 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 fragrance and can't be forgotten after eating it.

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

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Although my father promised to be a sheep, it is obvious that one sheep is not enough for the whole village. If you want to eat sheep, you have to fight. The villagers sent one sheep after another, and each one was plump and strong. My father took a notebook at the door and weighed and counted each sheep. If the sheep don't pass the customs, they will force the money to come over, and there are still some disputes over the qualification to buy sheep. They also try their best to please them, hoping to get a bite of meat residue broth and try their best to taste it.

My dad earned a lot of money, and the sheep he sent were crowded with 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 the rice bowl was full of fresh ginger and green onions, which were being chewed mechanically. Mom, since when do you like this? I took a greedy bite, too, and immediately spit it out. It was terrible. My mother chewed expressionless and didn't answer my question.