If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

My third aunt only held a grudge for a short while.

Because the relatives acted faster than anyone else.

Before 10 seconds had passed, plate after plate of braised pork rice was served.

In the blink of an eye, they were separated cleanly.

My third aunt immediately became anxious.

"Leave me a small bowl! I think there's something wrong with it, but I didn't say I wouldn't eat it!"

"Okay, okay, bring me a small bowl, I'll give you some!"

My second aunt was kind-hearted and gave her a little of everything.

"Let's all share, don't eat it all by yourself!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"Hurry up, if you want more, come to my portion now, or I'll eat it all myself!"

"..."

The scene immediately became noisy.

Third Aunt picked up the small bowl.

Looking left and right, he was filled with curiosity.

Aside from the price, which is a bit off.

The presentation is absolutely stunning!

My third aunt scooped up a large spoonful of rice and put it in her mouth. The braising sauce coated the rice grains, and the moment it rolled on her tongue...

He was as if he had been frozen in place.

The dark brown sauce is savory with a hint of sweetness from rock sugar.

The moment the fat of the pork belly melts in your mouth, the rich, fatty aroma spreads softly across your tongue like water.

It smells delicious and tastes fresh!

She had originally planned to put on airs as an elder and be stubborn for a while.

As a result, my mouth simply wouldn't obey my commands!

He shoveled spoonful after spoonful into his mouth!

"My God!"

My third aunt was so anxious that her hands never stopped moving.

His cheeks swelled up instantly, as if he had been punched.

The second uncle next to him was even more talented.

He grabbed a braised pig's trotter with both hands and took a big bite.

He took a big bite of the pig skin that had been braised for who knows how many hours.

It actually made a crisp popping sound!

Second Uncle's eyes widened suddenly!

"These pig's trotters...are really good!"

The collagen was stewed to perfection, resulting in a chewy surface and a very soft interior.

The instant a tooth pierces the skin.

The scalding hot, thick gelatinous substance, carrying a rich aroma of braised meat, gushed out from the gaps in the skin and flesh with a "pop".

It dripped straight down the corner of his mouth.

The second uncle hurriedly took it, not wanting to waste a single bit.

He could only mumble incoherently.

"It smells so good! It smells amazing!"

His cheeks were covered in a shiny sheen of oil, making him look anything but presentable.

The lean meat inside the pig's trotters is sliced ​​into thin strips, each one soaked in the braising sauce. When you grind it with your teeth and suck it out, the sauce seeps out!

The sticky, chewy texture combined with the gelatinous outer layer is absolutely amazing!

As it spreads in your mouth, layer upon layer, first the salty and savory flavor of the sauce, then the sweetness of the rock sugar.

Then the other spices slowly rise up, bringing together all the previous flavors and sliding down the throat.

It was piping hot, and it filled my entire stomach!

The second uncle took two bites, and tears almost streamed down his face.

"It smells so good!!"

"How can these pig's trotters smell so good?"

The aroma was so enticing that it made his scalp tingle, and he felt an urge to chew up even the bones and slurp them clean.

Even if there's something wrong with the pig's trotters, he'll accept it!

The only drawback is!

The quantity is still too small!

Second Uncle originally thought this pig's trotter was already incredibly big.

I only found out after I ate it.

Too small, too small!

That's probably something you could finish in just a few bites!

The second uncle could only slow down his eating pace and chew slowly.

At the same time, resentment lingered in his heart.

Why can't pig's trotters grow as big as cow's?

What a pity!

The relatives who were initially standing at the back with some restraint saw him eating like this.

How could I possibly hold back?

They all swarmed around in a flash.

If there aren't enough chopsticks, use your fingers to pinch them.

If there aren't enough bowls, the two of them will share one.

The usually dignified Third Aunt bent down and buried herself in the rice in her bowl, working hard.

The taste of this braised pork rice.

Absolutely!

She even had second thoughts about having dinner that night!

How wonderful it would be if the entire banquet could be made with these braised pork rice dishes!

Auntie's lips were smeared with sauce, but she was completely unaware of it.

Several distant cousins ​​were initially filming short videos on their phones, but they stopped filming halfway through.

They stuffed their phones into their pockets and plunged into the crowd to grab bowls.

"Leave me a bite!"

"You're so naughty, how could you eat all by yourself?"

"No, who bit my pig's trotter? Come out here!"

"These braised eggs are so flavorful, the yolks are completely soaked in..."

"Pig's trotters are great! We have to eat pig's trotters!"

"Slow down, slow down, I haven't even tasted it yet!"

The situation in the yard is completely out of control.

Next to the wreaths and mourning couplets.

A group of relatives dressed in black were eating around the table with great gusto.

His lips were greasy, but he didn't care at all.

Even if 10 servings of braised pork rice are a large portion, it still won't be enough to feed dozens of people!

Those who are even slightly slower will have nothing to eat.

For a moment, the whole yard was filled with the sounds of smacking lips and slurping soup.

Zhang Qingxue stood there, stunned.

His expression was very complex.

Is that correct?

Don't tell me we're mourning for our great-grandfather right now!

If you didn't know better, you'd think you'd come to a farmers' market!

Can't you guys be a little more reserved?

Zhang Qingxue opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The aroma of braised meat, thick with steam, filled the air; it was simply irresistibly pungent.

She felt completely seduced.

Her younger sister handed her half a pig's trotter.

The skin and flesh, mixed with the braising sauce, gleamed with a translucent reddish light. Thick, gelatinous broth seeped from the cut, connecting the tendons and ligaments between the bones.

It looks delicious!

How chewy would it be if you took a bite?

Zhang Qingxue wiped away her tears, feeling wronged.

When she was little, her great-grandfather doted on her the most.

Every time she comes home from school, I make her a delicious braised pork rice dish.

But after she went to school and started working...

Busy with studies and busy with work.

They couldn't even spare a moment to spend with their great-grandfather.

Until the day my great-grandfather passed away.

She is still working in another city.

I didn't even get to see my great-grandfather one last time.

Her memory is still stuck during the Chinese New Year.

She sat in the car, while her great-grandfather stood outside, hunched over, peering through the window and giving her his instructions.

Eat well when you're out.

You need to fatten yourself up to be fair and plump.

If she felt wronged, she could simply go home, and her great-grandfather would cook her braised pork rice.

Great-grandfather loved her the most.

Her great-grandfather cared about her the most.

Her great-grandfather was always worried about her.

But because she was so busy, she didn't even make a single phone call back...

She felt sorry for her great-grandfather...

Zhang Qingxue misses her great-grandfather...

She has been taking care of her great-grandfather's funeral arrangements for the past few days.

Her relatives all said she was very sensible and efficient at her work, always busy with other tasks.

Everything was handled very well.

But only Zhang Qingxue knew...

All she knew was that she missed her great-grandfather and wanted to say sorry to him.

She really wants to eat this braised pig's trotter right now.

However, she didn't want to eat now, and she didn't want to eat carelessly in front of her great-grandfather.

It's like celebrating the Chinese New Year.

She sat in the car, and as it drove on, she didn't even turn her head back.

If only I could see my great-grandfather one more time back then!

But she didn't look at it...

"sister!"

Zhang Qingyao walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

"Are you missing your great-grandfather?"

Zhang Qingxue nodded, her eyes red.

She looked at her great-grandfather's black and white portrait, in which he was smiling kindly.

"Eat."

Zhang Qingyao didn't say much, "Great-grandfather wouldn't want us to go hungry."

"She wants us to eat properly."

"Um."

Zhang Qingxue understood. "I will eat properly."

She choked back tears, tore off a small piece of skin and meat from the pig's trotter, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The moment the flesh entered her mouth, Zhang Qingxue finally shed her first tear.

The sensation of the scalding hot gelatin melting on the tip of the tongue is as thick as a pot of warm soup.

The savory and salty aroma of the sauce surges up, layering the flavors on the taste buds.

delicious.

With a gentle bite, the pork skin is chewy yet slightly sticky.

The tendons were so soft and tender they were almost transparent; with a gentle bite, they melted into a thick soup on the tip of the teeth.

As it slid down his throat, a warm current burst forth from his chest and rushed straight to his eyes.

It makes my nose tingle!

"So...delicious!"

Zhang Qingxue nodded with red eyes.

"There's still a little bit..."

She was about to say something when her attention was drawn away by her third aunt standing next to her.

"Hmm!"

My third aunt had already eaten half a bowl, and tears and snot were almost streaming down her face.

A person was holding up a pig's trotter, gesturing wildly.

He slammed his hand on the table, completely forgetting what he had just said to Zhang Qingyao.

"Qingyao! You have to admit, this braised pork rice is absolutely amazing!"

"This taste...this tastes so much like the braised pork rice my grandma used to make when I was a kid!!"

"...How is it similar?"

"That old-fashioned braised flavor, so mellow and rich, one bite warms you right to the core!"

These words startled Zhang Qingxue.

She suddenly remembered when she was a child, when her great-grandfather was still the one cooking.

The iron pot on the stove in my hometown.

The braising liquid was bubbling and gurgling.

In my memory, it was a hot summer day, with cicadas chirping incessantly.

It felt like a cold winter day, but a mouthful of piping hot braised pork rice warmed me up completely.

The whole yard was filled with the aroma of braised meat.

Even the air felt sticky and warm.

It was very hot, but it tasted delicious.

Zhang Qingxue knew.

There will always be a moment when her great-grandfather stands in front of the iron pot, braising meat for the two sisters.

He will always be there, waiting for them.

Zhang Qingxue took another big bite of the pig's trotter.

It's so similar, so incredibly similar.

It really looks just like what my great-grandfather made...

Zhang Qingxue's tears welled up unexpectedly, falling onto the rim of the bowl with a plop and mixing into the braising liquid.

She ate it bite by bite.

The courtyard had become quiet at some point.

All the relatives stopped eating and looked at her.

Zhang Qingxue sniffed.

She shoveled another mouthful of rice into her mouth, and as she chewed, tears streamed down her face even more fiercely.

It's delicious, so delicious!

"sister......"

Zhang Qingyao's eyes also reddened, and she put her arm around her shoulder.

"Qingyao...you...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that to you..."

Zhang Qingxue chewed while crying.

"......"

The relatives fell silent.

"Qingyao, we shouldn't have said that to you either."

"I'm sorry, Qingyao, your aunt misunderstood you..."

"That's right, if I came across a bowl of braised pork rice like this on the street, I definitely wouldn't be able to walk past it."

"Qingyao, where did you buy this? One pig's trotter isn't enough for me."

"Exactly! Let's call more people and go buy it again."

"How about we just have braised pork rice for dinner?"

"Great idea!"

"......"

"Qingxue, don't cry. Your great-grandfather would be heartbroken to see you like this."

My second aunt came over and broke the pig's trotter in her hand in half.

He stuffed half of it into Zhang Qingxue's hand and the other half into Zhang Qingyao's hand.

"You two sisters should share the food so that your great-grandfather knows you are eating properly."

The two sisters nodded and wiped away their tears.

Laughter broke out in the courtyard again, occasionally mixed with a few sobs.

The aroma of braised pork rice wafted in front of my great-grandfather's portrait.

In the black and white photo, the old man still has a kind smile on his face.

The meal was being eaten in a lively atmosphere in the courtyard of the mourning hall.

The phone at the alley entrance.

The operator was pressing the receiver with a look of surprise on her face.

"No? What did you say? There's a crowd causing trouble at the morgue entrance?"