Huang Lei remembered that Huang Dapeng liked to eat pickled mud snails. The smell really wasn't pleasant, but the old man enjoyed it.
"Do you know how to pickle them?" Huang Dapeng looked at Huang Lei skeptically. Although these weren't considered valuable, pickling them well wasn't an easy task.
"Someone on the farm knows how to pickle them, and they taste quite good. I wanted to buy some this time, but I didn't have the equipment," Huang Lei certainly couldn't pickle them herself, but that was okay, she could buy ready-made ones.
Huang Dapeng agreed right away, "Okay, I'll take a look when the time comes."
In the kitchen, dealing with oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and sauces was a common affair. Getting some jars wasn't too hard; the challenge was to find the right containers.
Huang Dapeng's attention was now on the pork Huang Lei had bought. "This pork is really good, the bacon made from this belly pork will definitely be delicious."
