"This blood sausage is really delicious today, especially tender," Sheng Xiping said, taking a piece of blood sausage into his mouth.

It's a rare treat to have pork stew, so everyone was really focused on the pickled cabbage and blood sausage.

When cooking, Sheng Xinyu calls the pork belly "Little Dipper," and now that they're eating, he's still pointing at the meat in the dish and calling it "Little Dipper."

Everyone found it interesting, and they started putting slices of meat on Sheng Xinyu's plate.

How old is Sheng Xinyu? He's only two years old. How much can a child eat? Besides, he ate some liver and greasy food before.

As the child was eating, he started to feel nauseous. Zhang Shuzhen noticed something was wrong and quickly stopped him from eating.

"Oh dear, did you only eat meat today? Did the child get sick from it?"

I'm usually quite careful, but today, with the pig slaughtered and lots of delicious food, I got so excited that I forgot all about it.

"After dinner, I'll boil some hawthorn water for the child to drink to help with digestion."

Fortunately, Sheng Xiping had brought back a lot of hawthorns before, and Zhang Shuzhen hurriedly instructed Zhou Qinglan.

"Okay, I understand," Zhou Qinglan replied.

Everyone enjoyed the meal. After finishing, Zhang Shuzhen led her daughter-in-law and daughter to tidy up the kitchen and the outside area.

The meat that we'll use for dumplings and stir-fries tomorrow will stay in the kitchen. The rest will be soaked in cold water and left outside to freeze. Once frozen solid, it will be stored in wooden barrels in the warehouse and eaten slowly.

During the first month of the lunar calendar, guests are bound to come to the house, so good food should be prepared in a steady stream.

The same goes for the braised pig's head, trotters, and hocks; keep only the portion for tomorrow's family reunion dinner, and freeze the rest.

After tidying up, Zhang Shuzhen found the pigskins she had saved at home, added them to today's batch, and boiled them in a pot.

Then remove the fat from the inner layer of the pig skin, pluck out the hair, cut it into strips, put it in a pot and boil it again to make aspic.

Zhou Qinglan was worried about the child, so she went to the basket in the west room, grabbed some hawthorns, washed them, cut them in half, and removed the seeds.

Then, put the hawthorns in a large tea mug, add a little water, and put it on the stove to simmer the hawthorn water.

Simmer for a while until the hawthorns are soft, then add some honey.

"Xinhua, Xinyu, Mom made some hawthorn preserves, come and try them."

Zhou Qinglan let the stewed hawthorn water cool outside for a while before bringing it inside to greet the two children.

"Xitai, you're here too. I saw you ate quite a lot tonight. Come and have some hawthorn to aid digestion and cut through the grease."

The Sheng brothers, Xinhua and Xinyu, were playing when they heard there was canned food, so they quickly came over.

"Wow, Mom is amazing! She can make canned food!" Sheng Xinhua exclaimed as he peered into the large tea mug.

Zhou Qinglan didn't add too much water when cooking hawthorn. After stewing, the red color on the peel blended into the soup, making it look quite like canned hawthorn.

"Come on, try it and see if it's good!" Zhou Qinglan went to get two small bowls and served some to each of her two sons.

Sheng Xinhua took a spoon, scooped up a piece of hawthorn, and ran over to Sheng Liancheng, saying, "Grandpa, you eat."

This kid suddenly became clever today; he even knows to share food with others.

"Oh dear, is this for Grandpa? It has to be my eldest grandson, he knows to share good food with Grandpa."

Sheng Liancheng was overjoyed when he saw it.

"You eat it. Grandpa doesn't dare to eat sour food. Grandpa's teeth are bad, and it hurts when he eats sour food."

Sheng Liancheng is so old, how could he compete with a child for food? Besides, he really doesn't like sour things.

So he pretended to have a toothache, took Sheng Xinhua's hand, and fed the hawthorn to his grandson.

The sweet and sour hawthorn berries entered his mouth, and Sheng Xinhua squinted his eyes in enjoyment. He smiled at his grandfather and turned back to eat his own food.

Sheng Xinyu is so simple-minded, he couldn't possibly have thought of these things.

But seeing his older brother feeding his grandfather hawthorns, this kid, for some reason, suddenly had a bright idea. He scooped up a hawthorn with a spoon and ran towards the outer room.

As she ran, she called out, "Grandma, Grandma, canned food."

As a result, he tripped over the threshold and fell flat on his face, dropping the spoon and hawthorn in his hand.

Zhang Shuzhen and Zhou Qinglan were busy in the outer room and hadn't been paying attention to the child when they suddenly heard a thud, which startled them both.

Upon closer inspection, Sheng Xinyu was lying on the ground. Zhang Shuzhen was anxious to go over and help her grandson up, but Zhou Qinglan grabbed her arm.

"Mom, wait a minute, let him get up by himself."

Sheng Xinyu, this simpleton, is quite resilient. He didn't cry after falling down. He quickly got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and then searched the ground for the spoon and the hawthorn.

"Mom, it's dirty." The little guy came up to Zhou Qinglan with a spoon in one hand and a piece of hawthorn in the other, pouting as he spoke.

"It's alright, Mom will wash the spoon for you, but we don't need the hawthorn." Zhou Qinglan took the spoon, rinsed it with water, and handed it back to her son.

As for the hawthorn, it was simply thrown into the dirty water bucket.

The hawthorn berries that had fallen to the ground were picked up by Sheng Xinyu and were now mushy and inedible.

Zhou Qinglan wiped her son's little hands and led him back into the house. "Just sit here and eat properly. Don't run around anymore."

This time, Sheng Xinyu didn't dare to do it again. So he obediently sat there, took a spoon and scooped up hawthorns to eat. After he finished eating, he even picked up the bowl and drank the soup.

In the outer room, Zhang Shuzhen and her daughter-in-law continued to work until the pork skin in the pot was cooked to a certain degree.

When the pork skin can be easily broken by hand and the broth is sticky, first use a strainer to scoop the pork skin into a basin, add some broth, stir it, and place it on the north-facing counter.

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