I make a living solving crimes.

Killing a pig involves more than just stabbing it with a knife.

It takes half a day to shave the hair, gut the fish, turn out the intestines, and clean the red and white offal.

The Dragon Group's courtyard was filled with the rustling of blood, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

Everyone was working, some were chopping bones, some were dividing meat, some were cleaning intestines, some were plucking hair with tweezers...

Chang Long came again with Xiong Chumo and Chang Xiaoman. They swaggered into the yard and saw two pigs being deboned and cut into pieces. They immediately ran to Chang Wei and shouted angrily, "Brother, why didn't you tell me you were killing the pigs?"

She has never seen a pig being slaughtered!

Chang Wei directed Wu Jimao and Li Laifu to chop bones, and told Wu Changkun to stuff blood sausage. After making all the arrangements, he washed his hands in a basin, then he said to Chang Long, "Why did you come so early today?"

Chang Long poked his little hand on the pork, then ran to look at the pig intestines, and finally ran back pinching his nose. When he heard what Chang Wei said, he casually replied, "Exam, school will be over after the exam."

"All the exams finished?"

"Brother, we only have half a day to take the test. We took the Chinese test in the morning and the math test tomorrow."

Chang Wei nodded.

Two-part system, the afternoon is the time for senior students.

Seeing that Chang Xiaoman had been taken away by Fan Tuan'er, he led the two children to the backyard and asked curiously, "How did you do in the exam?"

Before Xiong Chumo could answer, Chang Long asked, "Brother, are you having pork for lunch?"

"I asked you about the exam."

"Hey, it's New Year's Day, let's talk about something pleasant. You see, I never ask about your work."

The New Year's Eve...

Chang Wei was speechless when he heard this. Seeing the little girl jumping up and down in high spirits, he said unwillingly, "Okay, I won't ask about your grades. Tell me, how is your composition?"

Because we don’t learn Pinyin, the progress of Chinese language learning is faster than that of later generations. We start learning to form words, make sentences, and write short essays in the first grade.

Chang Long didn't want to pay attention to her and ran towards the backyard.

Xiong Chumo was too embarrassed to run after her, so he whispered, "Big Pot, Longlong's composition is very well written."

Chang Wei didn't believe it.

Xiong Chumo said, "The topic of the composition is the sun, and Longlong wrote, 'Sun, sun, please stop sunning me, or I will get tanned. Go sun my mother and tan her hair too!'"

The little girl's speech still has Sichuan accent, which is light and crisp, with a gentleness of the south.

Chang Wei paused and nodded with satisfaction.

This girl is not crooked.

With Grandpa Chang and Mother taking care of the family, he doesn't have to worry that Chang Long will learn bad things during the six months he's been away.

He handed the two little ones over to the two old men and chatted with them for a while. After listening to Grandpa Wang's instructions, he went to the back room.

After slaughtering two pigs, of course they had to eat pig-killing dishes for lunch. He had learned a lot from a chef in the Northeast.

This is a great opportunity to show off your skills.

How many dishes can be made from one pig?

If Chang Wei could write it all out, it would take at least three pages.

"Chang Wei, this is the pork belly you asked for. I've brought the two best pieces." Fan Tuaner walked into the kitchen carrying a basin. She was stunned to see Chang Wei wearing an apron and skillfully stir-frying in an iron pan.

Everyone in the Dragon Team knew that Chang Wei’s cooking was delicious, and she had eaten there several times, but this was the first time she had seen such a homely scene.

A man cooking in an apron is so handsome!

Chang Wei took the pork belly out of the basin, carefully selected the most beautiful part, cut it with a knife and threw it into a big pot to blanch.

"Didn't you say last night that you were going to send some mountain products to those old guys? Ask Wu Changkun to make some more sausages and I'll send them over." Chang Wei replied as he stir-fried the food, "When you divide the meat this time, include the police station in the count and give them some too. Go talk to Chief Yang."

Fan Tuaner did not object.

The neighbor next door is also Chang Wei’s former unit worker.

As for the meat given to the Dragon Group being distributed, will anyone raise any objections?

The wild boar meat that was distributed last time was Chang Wei's own. Who was soft-hearted when he took it?

She looked at the pork belly boiling in the pot, and saw Chang Wei pick it out, rinse it with cold water, and then carefully cut it into small square pieces. She asked curiously, "What are you cooking?"

"Red braised pork." Chang Wei answered, and then smiled and said, "You can only eat two pieces at most. This is what Grandpa Wang wanted. He will give it away when it is ready."

Old Wang is giving someone away?

She had only seen people giving gifts to Old Wang. This ancestor-like figure had no desires or requests, so who would dare to accept a gift from him?

Braised pork...

Fan Tuaner suddenly didn’t dare to think about it anymore!

She also remembered that Chang Wei had met her once. At that time, the fake ticket case had just been solved. She went to wake Chang Wei up in the morning, but she said the wrong thing and made Chang Wei laugh for a long time.

Unexpectedly, he could even make braised pork and send it in.

The braised pork is sweet.

I don’t know why people who love spicy food like this dish!

It relies on the sugar color produced by frying rock sugar, rather than adding sweet sauce to enhance the flavor like Westerners do.

I heard that Westerners always put a sweet sauce called mayonnaise when eating vegetables.

The first time Chang Wei heard the name of this sweet sauce, he instantly felt sick!

......

After killing the New Year pig, the New Year is really coming!

As the year comes to an end, the days pass faster and faster, and it’s Sunday in the blink of an eye.

During these two days, the younger brothers and sisters in the family finished their exams, and even He Yushui returned to the small courtyard to start his winter vacation.

After living in the school dormitory for half a year, the girl became hungrier and poorer. Last night, she ate and drank to her heart's content at Chang Wei's house and sighed: High school life is not like high school life.

Chang Wei kept picking food for her.

When the girl heard that Chang Wei was going to Sichuan Province after the New Year, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly and asked Chang Wei to bring her some hot pot base.

Chang Wei got up, replaced the salt water bottle with hot water, covered it with wool, gently placed it at Chang Xiaoman's feet, and went to the yard to wash.

In the morning, the air was covered with a thin layer of mist and was chilly.

He pulled his cotton coat closer, walked to the edge of the fish pond, took a look, and punched it. The one-foot-thick ice at the bottom of the pond shattered into pieces, which he then collected into the space.

Since he couldn’t raise fish after winter, he would put some water in the pond and wait until the water froze through before breaking the fish up and collecting them so that they could be taken out to cool off next summer.

Refrigerators are now being made domestically, but he can’t reach them.

In the backyard, the little ones were still lying in bed. Chang Wei was sitting at the octagonal table, eating noodles with Yang Min.

"Mom, I have to go to Sister Tuan'er's house to discuss something today, and I won't be back at noon."

This was something that had been discussed earlier. Yang Min nodded and said, "Du Ye's grandmother invited Sixth Aunt to come over to propose marriage today. Do you have anything to say?"

"It's not my turn to speak. Grandpa and you have to make the decisions on important family matters." Chang Wei swallowed the noodles in his mouth, thought for a while and said, "The house has been decided. Let's repair it in the spring. When I go south, let Grandma Du live in Xiaoman's house first."

"Well, when you come back, I'll clean up Chang Long's room for you."

"No hurry, I'll talk about it when I get back."

The mother and son were chatting at the dinner table.

Thinking about the fact that her son had been gone for more than half a year, Yang Min's eyes began to well up.

But Grandpa Chang said that this is a good thing.

She didn't dare show it in front of her son. She just lowered her head, sipped noodles in small sips, and listened to her son's whispers in her ear.