Xu Zhiqiang was slicing fatty meat. After cutting it, he threw it into the pot to fry out the lard.
Xu Niannian locked the rice and white flour in the cabinet to keep the rats away.
A big pot of lard, afraid that the aroma might drift outside, Xu Dawei and Yang Cuihua hurried to seal every vent in the kitchen tight.
In those days, pork came from pigs that were never fed commercial feed, and the flavor was simply irresistible.
The fat rendered from that pot was so fragrant it made mouths water.
It drew Xu Duoyu and Xu Zhicheng over as well.
Two little heads peeked into the kitchen. Xu Duoyu swallowed hard, staring eagerly at Xu Niannian.
Even Xu Zhicheng couldn't help but swallow several times.
Xu Niannian smiled, scooped out some cracklings with a bit of lean meat from the pot, sprinkled some salt on them, and gave a few pieces to each of them.
The two tykes cradled the cracklings excitedly, their eyes gleaming.
