Zheng Qing entered the kitchen and saw his mother meticulously preparing the evening's feast.
Slaughtering chickens, butchering fish, cutting beef, frying shrimp, and washing various green vegetables and fruits clean, she placed them into different bowls and dishes, ready for use.
The stove had been on since the morning, and there had hardly been any chance to put it out. Whether stewing ribs or braising chicken, it was very much a test of temperature control and patience.
As a kid, especially during the New Year, besides playing outside with his friends, Zheng Qing's favorite place was the kitchen. Because here, from morning till evening, one could eat various kinds of delicious dishes freshly out of the pot all day long.
