Colorful years

After processing the pig offal, Shi Daya stood in front of the kitchen counter and began preparing the seasonings.

Her small movements were like a dance, every detail full of rhythm and beauty.

She took out a small bowl, added appropriate amounts of salt, soy sauce, cooking wine, minced garlic, and ginger slices, then carefully stirred it well. This seasoning was the culmination of her years of experience, with each ingredient perfectly balanced.

Next, she picked up a brush, dipped it in the seasoning, and evenly applied it to the surface and inside of the pig offal. Every movement was like sculpting a work of art, filled with love and care for her family.

A faint smile graced Shi Daya's face, a smile that reflected both anticipation for the upcoming dinner and joy at the family reunion. Her gaze was focused and gentle, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.

After applying the seasoning, she stepped back, examined her work, and nodded in satisfaction.

Next, she lit the stove, and the blue flames danced merrily at the bottom of the pot. She poured in a suitable amount of cooking oil. As the oil gradually heated up, she gently placed the pork offal into the pot. With a sizzling sound, an enticing aroma instantly filled the air, echoing through the kitchen like music.

The aroma, like magic, whetted the appetites and filled the family with anticipation. It was more than just the smell of food; it was the smell of home, a transmission of warmth and love.

Shi Daya stood in front of the wok, skillfully stirring the pork offal to ensure each side was heated evenly. Her movements were fluid and graceful, both powerful and beautiful.

As the pig offal gradually turned golden and crispy, a satisfied smile appeared on Shi Daya's face.

She knew this was her family's favorite flavor, and one of her best dishes. Then, she added some water and a jar of pickled vegetables.

The pickled cabbage was homemade, with a tangy and delicious flavor. When paired with pork offal, the taste complemented each other perfectly.

The flames at the bottom of the pot leaped and danced, as if cheering on the dinner. The large pot of pork offal stew with sauerkraut gradually became incredibly fragrant under the heat of the flames.

That aroma, like an invisible bond, tightly connects the hearts of family members.

Smelling the rich aroma, Shi Daya thought to herself that this big pot of pork offal stewed with sauerkraut should be enough for the whole family to have a meal.

Her heart was filled with satisfaction and joy. She could even imagine the joyful scene of the family enjoying a feast together as night fell—the family sitting together, savoring this rare treat.

Everyone's face was filled with happy smiles as they talked about everyday matters, sharing their joys and sorrows.

This warm family is like a small haven. No matter how noisy and indifferent the outside world is, it is always full of warmth and strength.

Family members support and encourage each other here, facing life's challenges and difficulties together.

Thinking this, Shi Daya happily put the lid on the pot and let the pig offal simmer slowly in the pot.

She knew that only by simmering the pork offal and pickled cabbage over low heat could the flavors of the seasonings be fully absorbed, making it more fragrant and delicious.

While waiting, Shi Daya didn't sit idle. She started preparing other side dishes and staple foods.

She chopped some fresh vegetables, their lush green leaves shimmering invitingly in the sunlight.

She rinsed another five jin of rice and put it in another iron pot to cook. Before long, the iron pot filled with the unique aroma of crispy rice.

The aroma of rice mingled with the fragrance of braised pork offal and sauerkraut, filling the entire kitchen with an enticing scent.

In the kitchen, the clattering of pots and pans, along with the little tune hummed by Shi Daya, created a beautiful symphony.

Her voice was clear and melodious, flowing like a mountain spring through every corner of the kitchen.

Her smile was warm and bright, illuminating the entire kitchen like the winter sun.

Finally, the pork offal stew is ready.

Shi Daya opened the pot lid, and a rich aroma wafted out. The aroma surged like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming her senses.

She gently picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth to taste. Mmm, the taste was just right, both smooth and delicious, with a hint of spiciness that left a lingering aftertaste.

She ladled the stewed pork offal and sauerkraut into a large basin. The basin was steaming hot, like a small volcano, emitting an enticing aroma.

She then served several side dishes and bowls of steaming rice. Dinner was ready, and she patted the flour off her hands with satisfaction, inviting her family to come and eat.

"Grandpa, husband, children, come and eat!" Shi Daya called out with a smile. Her voice was full of warmth and joy, like a spring breeze caressing the hearts of her family.

Hearing the call, Congcong quickly came to the dining table. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at the large bowl of delicious-looking pork offal. He couldn't help but swallow, as if he couldn't wait to taste the delicacy.

"Wow, Mom, this pork offal looks so delicious!" Congcong exclaimed excitedly. His voice was filled with longing for the food and admiration for his mother.

"Yes, Daya, your cooking skills are getting better and better," Zhang Zhong praised after taking a bite. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he had forgotten the hardships and fatigue of life.