The snow showed no sign of stopping. It seemed everything would be at a standstill tomorrow.
Old Yang was sitting next to the tin stove, warming himself. "If only we had lamb, I remember Xiao Jiang's lamb hotpot was delicious."
"I think Xiao Jiang has a knack for cooking," Han Xiangjun said with a smile.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"It is. It's absolutely a compliment. I'll go out later and ask Li Yungui if we can buy a lamb from the village for us."
Jiang Xinyu wasn't concerned about that; they could get the meat and she would cook it for them.
"We have so much pork, so starting tomorrow, everyone will work together and we'll make sausages. When Old Han goes back, he can take plenty with him."
"You can eat them conveniently on your own; just steam them and they're ready to eat."
"I'm working tomorrow. Xiao Wei said if I don't work, I won't get any."
The couple ignored Han Xiangjun's teasing remarks.
"Aunt Jiang, do we have a holiday tomorrow too?" Guodong asked.
