Xiaoguo took down three lengths of intestines from the clothes line. It was better not to make everything into Chinese sausages. She would boil half of the sausages and keep them in the fridge. They could be brought out later on when she intends to eat them.
Xiaoguo turned around and took the sausages back to the kitchen. Zhuang Zhuang was putting back the stool that he had been using. He was about to go out and watch Xiaoguo hang the sausages.
"Mother, why did you bring these in?"
Zhuang Zhuang looked curious. Xiaoguo explained to him, "Mother will boil these sausages. I left some to air dry outside. I am splitting them into two portions."
Zhuang Zhuang nodded to indicate that he understood.
"Come, Zhuang Zhuang, light the fire!"
Xiaoguo put the intestines into a pot and added water. She told Zhuang Zhuang to reduce the firewood and keep the fire low.
