In the main room, there were still quite a few people. Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zhang along with some cousins were all seated. The men were chatting enthusiastically. Mr. Zhang and his brothers, along with Zhou Xiaozheng, reminisced about their youthful years, often bantering and teasing each other, causing the younger ones nearby to laugh secretly. The large table full of meat dishes remained mostly untouched as they drank and chatted.
When Lin Lishan and Mother Zhang entered, everyone invited them to sit down, but after declining several times, Lin Lishan and the other returned to the room.
Uncle Zhang had just finished recounting the village’s hunting scenes of past years, talking about drinking dragon soup and roasting venison in the winter, making everyone present feel excited.
Uncle Zhang’s eldest son, Zhang Qingshan, shouted, "Dad, don’t just focus on talking. Have a bite to eat; Auntie’s dishes are even tastier than what you roast in the wild."
Uncle Zhang glanced at him disdainfully, "You haven’t experienced grilling meat in the snow and drinking at the same time — that’s the fun, got it? People with culture enjoy watching plum blossoms and drinking snow-boiled water in the winter. It’s all about the pleasure."
Everyone laughed heartily. Weren’t those ancient scholars indeed out in the snow seeking poems, brewing tea and enjoying the snow, reciting poetry for pleasure? And now, in the winter, families gather around the stove.
Mr. Zhang watched everyone cheerfully and said to Zhou Xiaozheng, "We will enter the mountain the day after tomorrow. Want to come? You haven’t forgotten your hunting skills, right?"
Zhou Xiaozheng, sipping his drink, glanced at him sideways and boasted, "I was no match for you back then, but now you’re no match for me. Count me in for the day after tomorrow, I’m going to hunt a tiger for my girl, and get her a tiger skin to play with."
Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zhang heard this and burst into laughter, raising their glasses to toast him, "Whether or not we hit a tiger, we’ll drink to your bold words. This year, we’ll see if a tiger comes out; if we hit it, the tiger skin will be for your girl to play with."
Brother Zhang, Zhang Qingfeng, the eldest son from third family Uncle Zhang, was a playful type; he teased Zhang Guoqing, "Xiao Wu, your father-in-law’s hunting a tiger skin for your little wife; what do you plan to hunt for your little wife?"
Several cousins watched Qinghe teasing Xiao Wu without interrupting, all happily spectating.

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