Dreaming of Lion Rock: Recipe in Hand

Chunni returned home holding the dirty Chuchu and Cici, followed by Liu Qingshan's wife, who was smiling like a flower.

Old Mrs. Chu was in a mess. How long had she been out? The mother and her two children had already changed. No, Chunni was still Chunni, but the two little kids had become like Chunni.

"Did they have a fight?" She took Chuchu and Cici who were running towards her and touched them left and right.

"She hit me!" Ci Ci pointed at Chu Chu and complained to Zu Zu.

"Pigpen, choose a pig. I win, choose Huahua." Chuchu was eager to share her good mood with Zuzu.

"I'm older, let her be." Cici wanted to get back at her.

"Ho, ho, ho." The sound of pigs was heard.

Only then did Old Lady Chu see Liu Qingshan's wife, who was standing there awkwardly with a backpack on her back.

"Hey, this must be Qingshan's wife! Come in and sit down." She greeted and gave Chunni a sharp look.

You have guests coming, why don’t you say hello in advance?

Chunni touched her nose, feeling helpless.

"Grandma Chu is in good health! I won't sit down anymore. I have to go home to dry mushrooms!" She put the backpack on the ground and took the piglet out.

"I'll leave this pig here!"

She put the pig down, picked up the backpack and ran home. The Chu family's grandmother looked gentle and polite, but she was quite fierce when she got angry.

"Now that you're here, have a glass of water before you leave." Old Mrs. Chu tried to persuade him to stay.

Liu Qingshan's wife had run far away. The voice came from far away.

"No, come next time!"

After everyone had gone far away, Old Lady Chu glared at Chunni.

"I just let you take care of the baby for half a day, and you started fighting. I'm so ashamed of you!"

Chunni touched her nose and tried to find an excuse to leave. The old lady had been talking more and more recently. She felt that she couldn't handle it.

Fortunately, someone came to rescue us immediately.

"Hey, Chunni, are you going to learn some scientific way of raising pigs?!" When Lin Fengwan's parents came down from sketching on Lion Rock, they saw four people and one pig, and it was eerily quiet.

"Hey, Uncle Lin, Aunt Lin, I don't plan to raise this pig. I plan to eat it."

"Eat? Such a small pig can only be made into roast suckling pig, right?" Lin's father became interested. He studied abroad when he was young, and his family background was not ordinary.

In the eyes of rural people, eating piglets is a waste of food and an extremely cruel and wasteful act.

But in the eyes of rich people, the difference between a piglet and a fat pig is only in the cooking method and taste, and both have realized the value of their existence.

Of course, the value of pigs' existence is to be eaten!

Chunni's eyes lit up, hmm, finally I met someone who understands me.

"Yes, I am planning to make roast suckling pig. Uncle Lin, shall we do it together?" Chunni invited.

After coming to Lion Rock, Lin's parents particularly liked the environment and simple folk customs here. They originally planned to stay for only a few days before leaving, but after making many excuses such as "wait until the summer heat is over before leaving" or "wait until the maple forest on the mountain is dyed with colors and the painting is finished before leaving", they stayed.

They also bought a piece of land through the back door and planned to build a private courtyard in Lion Rock so that they could come here to escape the summer heat every year.

The foundation was ready, and Chunni wanted to build a road, so she recruited many strong men from the village to do the work. Their house was put on hold for the time being.

They were not in a hurry, since Chunni's family had enough rooms to live in. But they were embarrassed to eat and live with Chunni all the time, so they proposed to take care of their own meals.

Chunni tried to persuade them again and again but to no avail, so she just let them go. But whenever they had something new to eat, they would always invite the two old people to taste it together.

Father Lin agreed immediately. He handed the easel to his daughter-in-law and rolled up his sleeves to get to work.

Mother Lin smiled gently and went back to her room.

She also came back empty-handed, holding a large jar. "This is the fruit wine my sister asked someone to bring me. It has a strong aroma and is smooth on the palate, not too intoxicating. It goes well with the roast suckling pig."

Chunni could smell the aroma of wine from a distance and nodded repeatedly.

We have the wine, but this roasted suckling pig is still a lively little piglet!

"Uncle Lin, can you kill a pig?" Chunni asked.

Father Lin shook his head. He had been in the countryside for many years but still hadn't learned how to kill. Well, it was a pity to think about it!

"Then why don't you learn it?" Chunni seemed to hear what Lin's father was thinking.

Father Lin plucked up the courage to pick up the butcher knife, and tremblingly looked at the little pig running around happily.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you learn this skill or not."

Chunni recalled that one day, she suddenly wanted to go to the toilet in the backyard, and was frightened to death by the chicken hanging from the roof. She shook her head and thought, forget it, he didn't even dare to kill the chicken, and asked him to kill the pig. It's like a sow climbing a tree, which is untrustworthy!

Chunni's eyes passed over Lin's mother and looked at Old Lady Chu. Forget it, the old lady's hand is holding a scalpel, why use a butcher knife to kill a pig! She is old, so she may not dare to do it.

Her eyes were fixed on Ma's wife who came to watch the fun, and she asked a soul-searching question, "Ma's wife, how about you come?"

Mrs. Ma stepped back in shock and waved her hands repeatedly, "I can't do it. You can ask me to kill chickens, ducks, and fish, but I feel a little weak in killing pigs."

Sister He, who was trying to support Sister Ma, turned pale with fear. She took the initiative to speak, "I can't do it either. I went to have my horoscope calculated, and it said that I can't have any children this month."

Chunni is about to give up. She can't eat the roast suckling pig anymore!

"Hey, what are you all doing here?" a sudden voice sounded.

Chunni looked up and saw that the fishing expert, Old Master Chu, was back!

Following behind her were the slow-moving old captain and her uncle.

Chunni's smile was more sincere than ever before. She went to meet Old Master Chu and the old man behind him.

Old Master Chu thought Chunni came to pick her up, and stretched out his hand, wanting to hand the fishing net to Chunni. Unexpectedly, Chunni was not interested in the fish. He silently withdrew his hand and looked around. Fortunately, no one saw it. Except, except, a little pig.

"Why is there a pig in the house?"

"Uncle, come and help me kill the pig?"

The voices of Old Master Chu and Chunni sounded at the same time.

Yang Andang didn't like fishing, but his eldest son gave the land to the tribe. He had nothing to do. He finally got a job repairing the road, but Yang Bangming refused! He spent so much money on the road repair, so if he didn't contribute, no one would say anything.

Yang An Dang has nothing to do! But he can watch his grandson. Ping Ping is like a monkey, and he can't watch him. But An An is sensible and well-behaved, and he is very happy to watch him.

Then, An An went to the nursery.

Yang Andang, who had nothing to do, was almost going moldy from idleness, so he had no choice but to follow Old Master Chu. It didn't matter whether he caught fish or not, at least he got by!

When Yang Andang, who was originally listless, heard Chunni calling him to work, all the hairs on his body stood up and he was reborn!

"Uncle! I love to kill pigs!" he said with a smile.

"Have you dug the pit? It doesn't matter if you haven't. We can use the same pit we used to butcher the New Year pig last year. Have you boiled the water? Are the door panels ready?"

Chunni...didn't do any serious work!

Come on, let’s get moving!