On this day, the sun slowly set in the west, and the sky looked like a paint palette had been overturned. The orange-red afterglow poured down freely, gently enveloping the entire village. Every house and every path was dyed warm orange, as if a poetic pastoral painting was slowly unfolding.
Lin Zhiyue was busy shuttling back and forth in her kitchen. The fire on the stove was burning brightly, illuminating her focused face.
The pots, pans, and utensils collided happily in her hands, making clear and pleasant sounds, interweaving into a melody full of the breath of life.
Lin Zhiyue carefully selected fresh ingredients, including fatty and lean pork belly, to make her grandfather's favorite braised pork.
Fresh and tender seasonal vegetables, to relieve your greasy feeling;
There are also fresh eggs, which are used to steam a bowl of smooth and tender egg custard.
She was thinking about giving her father and grandparents in the cowshed a big surprise.
She wielded the spatula skillfully, and the ingredients in the pot gradually gave off an enticing aroma as the smoke rose. Delicious dishes were born under her nimble fingertips.
After preparing the meal, Lin Zhiyue took out several insulated lunch boxes and carefully placed the food in each, ensuring that each dish could maintain the best temperature and taste.
Then she found a piece of clean blue printed cloth, carefully wrapped the lunch box and tied a beautiful knot.
Everything was ready. She picked up the bag of food and walked towards the cowshed with brisk steps.
The countryside at night is exceptionally quiet, as if nature has pressed the mute button.
Only the occasional barking of dogs from a distance seemed to break the silence, and at the same time add a bit of vitality to the silent night.
The moonlight was like water, gently sprinkling on Lin Zhiyue, outlining her youthful and upright figure.
She hummed a cheerful tune, her steps became lighter and lighter, and she was looking forward to seeing her relatives.
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