"Jin girl is making something to eat."
The old man spoke, continuing his steps towards the kitchen without pause.
In the kitchen, Gu Jin had already sliced the pig head meat and placed it all in a large basin, pouring in the broth from the pot.
The basin held nearly twenty pounds of braised pig head meat.
"Yo! What delicious thing is Jin girl making?"
Chen Hong stepped past her daughter standing at the doorway and entered the kitchen.
Gu Jin turned around to see her aunt coming in and stepped aside: "I'm making braised pig head; I want to take it to the county town to sell."
Chen Hong, initially intending to taste the braised pork in the basin, changed her expression upon hearing her words.
"What did you say?!"
Her expression was as if she were about to eat someone, as if Gu Jin had said something utterly unforgivable.
