The old woman led her daughter into the kitchen. The house had everything, so she immediately scooped out some flour and began kneading dough. She rolled out a pot of noodles for her third daughter's family. There was a saying: "dumplings for the road and noodles for arrival." Although they hadn't arrived by vehicle, the sentiment was the same—it was for good luck.
With her daughter there to roll the noodles, the old woman certainly wasn't needed for that task. She went to the storeroom, took out a piece of fresh pork, and diced it. Then she grabbed a few eggplants and a couple of potatoes and diced them as well.
Together, the ingredients filled a large bowl.
She turned to light the fire, but Zhao Fudo scurried over to help. The kids had seen their grandma and mom go into the kitchen and had been lingering outside ever since. When they saw their grandma bring out a piece of pork, their mouths started watering.
