An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Jing Chunxi said angrily: "The butcher hasn't slept all night yet, hurry up and help."

The men in the family did not sleep, but now the pig has been slaughtered and the internal organs are being cleaned, so they should be able to rest later.

Instead, a group of female relatives were busy in the courtyard of the third courtyard. The pig intestines had been washed out, and Nanny Wang was mixing white glutinous rice with the bright red pig blood.

When Zhuang saw Jing Chunxi leading the two little kids over, she immediately sent them away: "Go play, don't come here and cause trouble."

"These two kids are so naughty. If I let them stuff the pig intestines, I'll lose my clothes later."

It’s not that I’m worried about the clothes getting dirty, but they wasted a lot of rice yesterday, and that can’t happen again today.

Jing Chunxi pulled them along and they were all shot for no reason, but after taking a look, she felt that stuffing pig blood sausage might be even more difficult than making rice dumplings, so she decided to give up.

Sure enough, Mrs. Lin was still wearing the same old clothes as yesterday. She was sitting in front of a large basin of washed pig intestines, and in her hands she was sorting out the somewhat tangled straw rope left over from wrapping zongzi yesterday.

Jing Chunxi smiled at her: "Hello, bride."

Little Dumpling was excited again. She had already called out "bride" countless times today, and now she continued, "Hello bride, the bride is beautiful!"

Why doesn’t the bride wear new clothes?

Lin was stunned for a moment but was not shy. She pretended to be serious and wooden, which made everyone around her laugh.

At this time, the old lady also got up and complained to Lin, "You didn't even take a break today. How can you be a bride like this?"

Lin smiled and said without shyness: "When I was a bride for the first time, I didn't have time to rest. I cooked the food for the table by myself, and I had to clean up after others had eaten. I did it all by myself.

Now I have the company of my whole family, chatting and laughing in the lively atmosphere. I feel that this is the life that people should live. Madam, please don’t chase me away, otherwise I will cry at my wedding.

Nanny Wang, I have to eat pig blood sausage after eating rice dumplings this morning."

Nanny Wang laughed and scolded her: "A bride should eat and drink less."

Lin actually pouted: "I want to eat as much as I want."

Lin looked at the old lady again: "Old lady, please let me eat at the table tonight. I don't want to stay alone in the room."

The old lady was stunned, and also scolded her with a smile: "No, at most put a few pieces in the room, and you can eat the bones and meat as you like."

"That's right, how can a bride run out and show herself in public? If you feel too lonely, the old lady can go in and eat with you."

Qiaoqiao: "I'll accompany Mommy too!"

Little Dumpling: "Madame Wang, remember to serve us a bowl of pork elbow. I want to accompany my aunt, too."

Nanny Wang smiled at Tuanzi and said, "Okay, don't let others call Lin the Elbow Bride from now on."

Everyone was laughing so hard that they were falling over, having a great time.

After breakfast,

In the kitchen, besides Jingyi who was frying taro and braised pork, the two guards were also chopping pork and bones. The rest of the men all took a shower and went to sleep, saying that they would get up and take turns after noon.

Half-foot-long, square pieces of pork belly are tossing in the hot oil in the pan. The pork skin has been fried until it is slightly yellow and has bubbles on it. It looks delicious.

Tang Shuang squatted down to help watch the fire. Looking at all the delicious meat, she felt a little pain in her stomach and couldn't help asking Jing Yi, "Will you serve this dish to the guests?"

There wasn't much pork belly from the two pigs, and it wasn't enough to fill two buckets. When Tang Shuang thought about using it to entertain guests, she felt that her future life would not be so good.

She felt that this braised pork was even more delicious than red-braised pork before it was even cooked. She heard that when the dish was served, it was cut into palm-sized pieces one inch thick, with a large piece of fried taro sandwiched between the two pieces of meat. It was steamed for an hour before being served. Just thinking about it, you knew that it would be fragrant and greasy once you took a bite.

She couldn't bear it. She really couldn't bear to let the people outside eat it. There were so many guests today. If each table had a bowl, half of it would be taken away. Thinking of this, Sugar Frosting's face darkened, and her originally cheerful face lost its luster.

The groom, Jingyi, was only sixteen years old, diligent and clever. While flipping the braised pork in the pot, he looked down at Tang Shuang's greedy and indignant expression and smiled, "Don't worry, this is what we eat during the Chinese New Year. The old general said that two bowls should be allowed per table on New Year's Eve. The rest can only be eaten on the second and seventh days of the New Year, and on the first day of the lunar year."

This finally made Frost happy. Good things should be enjoyed at home. How much is enough when sharing everything?

The meat chopped by the two grooms was only in a large bowl. Nanny Wang asked around and came back and learned that families that slaughtered pigs usually served guests with slaughtered pig dishes and pig blood sausage. More respectable families would also serve a large bowl of pure meat stewed with spices, also called "blessed meat". This must have some meaning.

However, a pot of bone porridge will be stewed throughout the day, the kind that you can never finish drinking.

As for the remaining meat, the bones were removed and it was cut into strips one finger wide and two feet long. Several aunts marinated it with ginger, onion, wine, soy sauce, and five-spice powder, saying that it could be dried in the sun tomorrow.