Ding Heli was surprised: "To be able to practice martial arts, one must come from a well-off family."
Qin Yilin was bending down to look at the kimchi jars one by one. Remembering what Shui Qing had said, she briefly said, "He didn't learn it from childhood. He only started at the beginning of this year. I guess he was doing odd jobs and learning at the same time. The Hu family wasn't very well-off before. Last year, they made some money from brewing wine, so Wenhua dared to learn it."
Shuiqing probably reassured her that she told her everything.
In her opinion, Shui Qing is truly meticulous.
Upon hearing this, Ding Heli commented, "She's a sensible person, and everyone in her family is hardworking and ambitious."
Although they could earn a hundred or eighty taels a year, the villagers were considered very lucky if they could save three or five taels a year. They knew how difficult it was for farmers to save any money.
He opened the oil paper package and exclaimed in surprise.
Qin Yilin curiously leaned over to take a look.
Even Ding Jiajia, who was quietly listening to the two chatting, looked over.
Inside the large oil paper package was a whole roasted rabbit, its skin charred and glistening with oil, and over thirty thin bamboo skewers of mutton—each skewer a perfect balance of lean and fat.
It was all meat, piping hot and sizzling with oil.
Ding Heli stammered, "Isn't this...is it too expensive?"
The people of Shanshui Village can only eat meat a few times a year, and even then, it's only during busy farming seasons and festivals.
Now, isn't it too much to give so much meat to these 'outsiders'?
"Are they really that willing to part with everyone in the village?"
Qin Yilin didn't know either, and the worst part was that she couldn't go out and ask!
Otherwise, if other families don't have this many, wouldn't that be awkward?
"Regardless of what others do, our family must not be impolite when we visit tomorrow!"
Ding Heli nodded emphatically. They had even brought over jars of kimchi; they weren't treating them like outsiders.
"We need to prepare a gift carefully for tomorrow. I don't think they have any shortage of food, and the main problem is that we don't know how to cook. Let's just give them something we're good at."
Their specialty is medicinal herbs, and their finished ointments and powders are also practical; they might find them useful.
Ding Jiajia saw her parents enthusiastically discussing various ointments, powders, and pills that they could use, might use, or might use in the future.
The two were more excited than ever before and had an immense anticipation for tomorrow.
Will the pork at tomorrow's whole pig feast taste similar to that made at Shan Hai Lou Restaurant in Fucheng?
However, homemade food can never compare to that of a professional chef at a restaurant like Shan Hai Lou. As long as it tastes better than my mother's, that's fine.
I wonder how different it will be from my mother's cooking.
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The next morning, the area around Shuiqing's courtyard was filled with villagers from every household in the village.
Nothing much was happening in the village, but slaughtering a pig was a big deal for everyone, especially since this pig was related to getting pork.
When the villagers came to watch the excitement, Butcher Hu and Hu Wenhua had already slaughtered and cleaned the fat pig, placed it on the wooden table, and were chopping bones and cutting it into pieces.
Pig's head, offal, and blood were placed separately in a wooden basin, and the wooden table was covered with pork.
Especially the pork fat and pork lard, spread out white on the table, are particularly dazzling in the morning sun.
Even the adults in the village couldn't help but salivate at the sight of pork fat.
"Can I really exchange this pork fat and pork lard?"
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