Although Bai Fei and Grandpa said it was delicious, the taste did not satisfy Bai Zhi; the heat was not right.
So, she needed to continue experimenting to discover the best heat level, as practice makes perfect. In fact, there are no shortcuts in cooking; mastery comes with practice.
When Bai Zhi was making the last pot, Bai Fei returned with an especially large watermelon and placed it directly on the table.
"This is from our own garden, remember to eat it with Second Grandpa. I'll rest for a bit, and then we'll head to the mountains. I've already made them wait for us. Otherwise, if I'm late, there'll be nothing left."
Although the adults didn't have much time to go to the mountains because they needed to farm, bamboo shoots were a valuable find, and some people even cooked and sold them.
"Alright, this is the last pot. Once it's done, we'll leave. I'll fry some more eggs with chives and make dumplings. We can eat them when we get to the mountain."
