Tong Huaqiong, Mrs. Zhao, and Aunt Qin were busy in the kitchen.
They started by rendering the pig lard.
Mrs. Zhao was very quick with her work, taking the lead in the kitchen.
Aunt Qin sat by the stove, maintaining the fire, and soon the pig lard was sizzling, filling the entire courtyard with a tempting aroma.
Mrs. Zhao sniffed and wondered if it was her imagination, but she felt that her in-law's pig lard smelled better than what she usually rendered at home.
Mrs. Zhao said, "Pigs that eat corn are indeed different; even the lard smells better than what we usually render."
Aunt Qin nodded and said, "I thought it was just me who felt that way. Since we both noticed, this pig lard is indeed aromatic. But even so, I wouldn't be willing to use corn to feed pigs."
Mrs. Zhao said, "Isn't that the truth, only my in-law would be willing."
Tong Huaqiong thought that the pig was castrated successfully, removing any rank odor.
