On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, early in the morning, Shen Yunfang and Li Hongjun went to Wang Dama's house together.
Today was the day she had invited guests over, so she needed to slaughter the pig early in the morning and stew the meat for lunch.
Shen Yunfang had slaughtered enough pigs to become numb to the sight. Li Hongjun's leg was not convenient, so he couldn't move forward either. Thus, the two of them stood on the side like onlookers, watching the butcher deftly bleed, scald, and eviscerate the pig.
The Dama who came to help quickly took the cut meat away in a basin, leaving Shen Yunfang and her spouse even more at leisure.
"How about I help you go lie down for a while?" Shen Yunfang suggested with a frown.
"Wouldn't be good, right? We're the hosts after all," Li Hongjun frowned as well.
"Ah, having too many helpful people isn't always a good thing," Shen Yunfang remarked with a sigh.
