"Sister, let me help." Lin Changting said happily. He liked calling Lin Zige "big sister" and Lin Ziyin "sister".
"Good job." Lin Ziyin complimented him with a smile.
"I'll help too." Lin Yanzhi also chimed in quickly.
Lin Ziyin commended him again with a smile, making the little guy laugh nonstop.
Cleaning the offal was a bit troublesome. When Lin Zige was not looking, Lin Ziyin scrubbed the large intestines and pig stomach clean with salt and flour, then threw them into boiling water to remove the smell. Afterwards, she sliced them and let Lin Changting stir-fry them with star anise and fennel.
Not long after, Lin Zige returned from sowing vegetable seeds. Lin Ziyin then had her heat up a pot to render fat from the pork, and saved the lard for later use.
"There's so much lard. It will last us for a while." Lin Zige exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw the jar filled with lard.