At the entrance to the bungalow, Uncle Zhang scooped up the beehive and went home to clean it up; he had bee pupae to accompany his drink today.
Xue Yuantong struggled to hold the stainless steel basin, "Stewed soup, braised, stir-fried, deep-fried, which one do you choose?"
The five or six jin of ribs were enough for several meals; to prevent getting tired of them, Xue Yuantong decided to store the majority in the fridge.
Xue Chuchu didn't offer a suggestion; after all, Jiang Ning had acquired the ribs, and he had the right to decide what to do with them.
"Let's try the deep-fried ribs," Jiang Ning suggested.
"Two jin?" Xue Yuantong said, "That way we'll have some leftovers, and we can save them for mom to try."
Xue Yuantong prepared some ginger, cooking wine, soy sauce, and starch among other things to marinate the ribs. The process was a bit long, and they needed to wait, so the three of them ran to the doorway to watch the sunset, as the clouds rolled and relaxed.
