Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

The sunlight shines on the table, and you can clearly see the thin layer of dust covering it.

Taohua rolled up her sleeves, took a wet cloth, and began to wipe vigorously, saying as she wiped, "Be careful and wash it clean."

Although little Laoliu is young, he works very hard. He holds the wet cloth tightly in his little hands and washes the table carefully, imitating Taohua.

Awang and Afan were even more energetic. They fetched buckets of clean water and helped wash away the foam and stains on the table.

"Afan, please clean up over there." Awang shouted.

"I know. Don't just blame me, you have to hurry up too." Afan responded.

In a short while, eight large round tables were cleaned and neatly placed in the yard, reflecting a faint light under the sunlight.

According to traditional customs, when a family in the countryside kills a pig, they have to invite the villagers to a pig-killing banquet.

Xiuying notified Aunt Li, Aunt Sun, and Aunt Wu, who were familiar to her, to come and help in advance. Now they were busy in the kitchen.

Aunt Li, wearing an apron, expertly cut freshly washed pork with her hands. The rhythmic "da da da" sound of the cutting flesh filled the air. As she cut, she exclaimed, "This meat is fresh, and the dish made from it will definitely be delicious!"

Mrs. Sun stood in front of the stove, stirring the soup in the pot with a large spoon. The hot steam hit her face and beads of sweat slid down her cheeks. "Oh, don't let the soup dry up," she muttered.

Aunt Wu was concentrating on mixing the seasonings, squinting her eyes to carefully distinguish the amounts of various spices, muttering to herself, "A little more, a little less, and the taste will be far different."

The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of smoky smoke, and the sounds of pots and pans clashing were intertwined. Several people were busy, yet they worked in perfect harmony.

"Aunt Li, please cut faster, the meat is waiting for us!" shouted Mrs. Sun.

"I know, it will be done soon!" Aunt Li quickened her movements.

Xiuying walked into the kitchen and saw the bustling scene. She smiled and said, "Thank you all for your hard work, aunts and sisters-in-law. Today we're going to have to show off your skills."

"Don't worry, Xiuying, I guarantee everyone will be satisfied with the meal!" Aunt Wu responded with a smile.

The whole kitchen was filled with laughter and everyone was busy preparing for the lively pig-killing banquet.

Yang's father and mother also joined in the busy procession, and they were responsible for processing the pig offal.

Father Yang squatted in a corner of the yard with a large basin of pig offal in front of him. He rolled up his sleeves, put his hands in the basin, and carefully cleaned the pig's stomach.

He had a serious look on his face and kept muttering, "This pig's stomach must be washed clean, otherwise it will have a bad smell." He first rinsed it several times with clean water, then sprinkled a handful of salt on it and rubbed it vigorously until the pig's stomach became clean and white.

Yang's mother was processing the pig intestines on the other side. She turned the pig intestines over and scraped off the grease and dirt on the intestinal wall with a chopstick.

The unpleasant smell made her frown, but she didn't stop moving her hands. "Old man, are you done over there? My pig intestines are not easy to handle." Yang's mother said.

Father Yang looked up and said, "It's almost there, just be patient."

While they were processing the pig offal, they were also exchanging cooking methods.

Father Yang said, "We can stir-fry this pork liver. It's very tender and fresh."

Mother Yang continued, "Then use the pig's heart to make soup to nourish your body."

After some painstaking cleaning and processing, the pig offal is finally ready, just waiting to be put into the pot and turned into a delicious dish.

At this moment, Father Yang stood up, pounded his aching waist, and said, "Finally, it's done. Now let's see how we can turn these offal into delicious dishes."

Mother Yang smiled and nodded, "Yes, we can't waste these good things."

They moved the processed pig offal to the kitchen one by one. Father Yang skillfully picked up the kitchen knife and cut the pig liver into thin slices, preparing to stir-fry it.

Yang's mother put the pig heart into the pot, added water and seasonings, and prepared to stew the soup.

The pomegranate made the fire in the stove burn vigorously, and the water in the pot gradually boiled, emitting bursts of hot steam.

Father Yang put the chopped pork liver into the hot oil. With a "sizzle", the fragrance spread instantly.

He stir-fried quickly, adding onions, ginger, garlic and other seasonings. After a while, a plate of fragrant fried pork liver was out of the pot.

The pig heart soup at Yang's mother's place was also slowly stewing, and the aroma of the soup became stronger and stronger.

"There's no mistake about this smell!" Father Yang smelled the aroma and smiled with satisfaction.

Mother Yang wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "I just hope everyone enjoys the meal."

Villagers arrived one after another, and laughter echoed in the yard.

Their hands were full. Some held baskets of fresh fruits and vegetables, while others held a few handfuls of juicy vegetables, which they handed to Xiuying.

"Xiuying, this is the pumpkin my family just picked. It's so sweet. Let me give you some."

"These are the beans I grew. I brought them here to add to your dishes."

Xiuying's face was full of smiles as she kept thanking him: "Thank you, everyone. Come and sit in the yard."

The girls, including Peach Blossom, Pomegranate, Osmanthus and Wintersweet, began to serve the dishes skillfully.

Taohua carried plates of fragrant dishes and carefully moved through the crowd, a cheerful smile on her face. "Everyone, make way! The food is coming!"

Shi Liu followed closely behind, holding a bowl of hot soup steadily in both hands, and said loudly: "The soup is here, be careful not to burn yourself."

Guihua moved lightly and arranged the exquisite side dishes neatly.

While serving the dishes, Lamei also greeted everyone: "Everyone, please don't be shy and eat more!"

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Tian Guilan stood in her yard, staring intently at everyone rushing happily toward Xiuying's house. Her face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. She put her hands on her hips and kept mumbling.

"Humph, this Xiuying, she didn't even invite our family to the pig-killing banquet!" Tian Guilan said indignantly, "Even Zhou Dazhu's family went. How can we be inferior to them?"

Zhao Cunliang sighed, "She always loved to eat alone before the family split up. Why would she invite us now?"

"Well! Then I'm going!" Tian Guilan swung her sleeves. "After all, I'm her elder sister-in-law. As the saying goes, an elder sister-in-law is like a mother. She's being extremely rebellious."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She paced back and forth in the yard, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to be being dug into holes by her steps.

"No, I have to go and find out why they didn't invite us!" Tian Guilan said as she was about to walk out.

Zhao Cunliang quickly grabbed her and said, "Don't cause trouble. People will laugh at you."

Tian Guilan shook off Zhao Cunliang's hand and said, "I don't care. I can't live with myself if there's no explanation for what happened today!" After that, she angrily walked towards Xiuying's house.