Cai Yongde had been having a rough few days. Finally, two nights ago, amid Cai Yang's crying and fussing, he decided to go to town to bring Song Xinwen back home.
In his mind, Song Xinwen should have been grateful at the sight of him, eagerly taking the opportunity to pack her things and follow him home.
After all, two women in town without jobs—what were they living on?
But reality turned out differently. The next day, as soon as Cai Yongde got off work, he went home, picked up Cai Yang, and rode his motorcycle to town. Yet, after circling the town, the father and son couldn't find anyone.
Lingde Town wasn't large—a full loop took less than an hour. Cai Yang burst into tears, plopping down on the ground, wiping his eyes and wailing, "I want Mommy!"
The town was crowded, and Cai Yongde felt utterly humiliated. He hurriedly dragged the chubby boy back home.
Even at home, Cai Yang wouldn't settle down, repeatedly asking if Mommy wasn't coming back. Gritting his teeth, Cai Yongde snapped, "How could that be? It must be too late today!"
So today, Cai Yongde specifically took a day off and brought Cai Yang to town early in the morning to search.
This time, they not only looked but also asked around. It didn't take long before they ran into the very person they were seeking.
Cai Yongde breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, thinking that finally, someone would feed the livestock at home, and he could have a hot meal again. But he kept his expression neutral. Spotting Song Xinran standing nearby, he frowned, deliberately avoiding eye contact, and said sternly, "Hurry up and go home. Shaming yourself out here all day."
Cai Yongde still remembered Song Xinran's insults and held a grudge. He thought that even if they went back this time, he'd have to have a serious talk with Song Xinwen about her sharp-tongued sister who showed no respect or filial piety.
Song Xinwen had been overjoyed to see Cai Yang, but her happiness instantly faded at Cai Yongde's words, her face falling. "Shaming myself? How am I shaming myself?"
Cai Yongde hadn't expected Song Xinwen to talk back. His face darkened. "A married woman with a child, living at her sister's place all day, rubbing shoulders with a widow, forgetting her own home—what else is that if not shameful?"
Song Xinwen's anger ignited. Cai Yongde had occasionally hurled such insults at home before, and they were always vile, but she had endured them. Now, she couldn't take it anymore. "Even a widow like Xinran is better off than me! Yes, I have a husband and a family, but I work myself to the bone every day and never get a word of appreciation. Asking for money is harder than climbing to the sky! My sister may not have a man, but she earns her own keep. My so-called husband might as well be dead for all he does—sitting around, demanding clothes and food. My sister lives a far better life than I do!"
Cai Yongde's eyes widened, his face flushing with rage. He couldn't believe that Song Xinwen, who usually didn't dare argue much at home, had changed so drastically, daring to say he was as good as dead and trampling all over his male pride.
"You… say that again!"
Song Xinwen: "I'll say it ten times, and it'll still be the same. You talk about shame? You're the shameless one! Coming here and acting all high and mighty. At home, you're always demanding this and that, yelling if your clothes aren't washed fast enough. So how come you're wearing unwashed clothes today?"
Having lived with Cai Yongde for five or six years, Song Xinwen knew him inside out. She could tell at a glance that the clothes he was wearing had been worn before, crumpled like pickled cabbage, and she might even catch a whiff of an odor if she got closer.
Cai Yongde could hardly believe his ears. When had Song Xinwen become so sharp-tongued!
Before he could finish, Song Xinwen cut him off: "When I help Xinran with her work, she pays me. What do you give me? Nothing but grief!"
The more Song Xinwen spoke, the angrier she became. Initially, she had only wanted to vent with a few harsh words, but once the past was brought up, she felt a surge of pent-up frustration. After a torrent of angry words, she suddenly realized they were in town. Although it wasn't market day, there were still shopkeepers and residents around. Xinran was currently running a stall in town, and her business was booming.
Song Xinwen quickly stopped herself: "Let's talk about this later!"
But Cai Yongde wouldn't have it. He took her words as a sign that she was backing down and willing to go home with him, and he even put on airs: "Fine, we can go back, but from now on, cut ties with your sister. You haven't learned anything good from her!"
He turned to Cai Yang and said, "Cai Yang, take your mother home."
Song Xinwen stared in disbelief, almost thinking she had misheard. When she said "go back," she meant returning to Xinran's place to avoid making a scene in public. Where had Cai Yongde gotten the idea that she meant going back to that rural hometown? He even spoke with more authority now.
Song Xinwen had briefly considered going back, but upon hearing this, she immediately dismissed the thought. If she went back now, she would only face even more disrespect.
"You go ahead," Song Xinwen said coldly. "I'm not going."
Cai Yongde glared. "What did you say??"
Song Xinwen: "I'm not going back."
Now Cai Yongde was furious too. In their five or six years of marriage, they had argued many times, but this was the first time he had humbled himself and come specifically to give Song Xinwen a way out. And she had the audacity to reject it!
If she dared to scold him now, she would surely trample all over him in the future!
Cai Yongde scowled and shouted, "Cai Yang, come here!"
But Cai Yang refused to leave. Clinging to Song Xinwen's leg, he cried, "No! I want to stay with Mom!"
Seeing this, Cai Yongde grew even angrier and blurted out without thinking: "Your mother doesn't want you anymore! What are you still doing here? Sooner or later, she'll drag you off and sell you!"
Cai Yang burst into loud sobs: "No! Don't sell me! Don't sell me! Mom, don't leave me!"
A child couldn't understand that this was just a threat spoken in anger. He took it seriously, thinking he would soon be a motherless child, and cried in terror.
Song Xinwen's heart ached. She hurriedly comforted him: "Xiao Yang, be good, don't cry. Mom would never leave you."
She turned and shot a fierce glare at Cai Yongde. In the past, she had tolerated him largely because she thought he was at least good to their child. Now, even that sole redeeming quality was gone.
Cai Yang cried uncontrollably.
Song Yu was also frightened. Seeing Cai Yang's tear-streaked, red face, he felt deeply upset. He had been threatened many times by his uncle—"If you don't behave, I'll sell you"—and every time, Song Yu was terrified.
He thought Cai Yang must be just as scared now and whispered comfortingly, "Little Yang, don't cry. You can stay with your mom too."
Just like him, he thought it was a very, very good arrangement.
Unexpectedly, Cai Yang turned around and yelled, "I don't want to be like you, without a dad and unwanted! I have a dad!"
Song Yu's heart was instantly pierced. He felt a sharp pain, pressed his lips tightly together, and fell silent.
Song Xinwen had initially softened at Cai Yang's crying, but upon hearing those words, her heart immediately hardened. She pushed Cai Yang away: "You have a father! Go with your father!"
Before this, Song Xinwen had only thought Cai Yang was somewhat mischievous, but since all rural children were like that, she hadn't thought much of it. Now hearing this, weren't his words like stabbing someone right in the heart?
Moreover, Song Yu had been kind enough to comfort him first.
She shot Cai Yongde another fierce glare—it was all his fault for corrupting Cai Yang!
Cai Yang burst into even louder sobs, clinging to her desperately without letting go.
Cai Yongde grew even more furious. He strode over, grabbed Cai Yang, and smacked him on the bottom: "What do you need a mother for? Come with me!"
Cai Yang cried pitifully, but a child's strength was no match for an adult's. He was eventually dragged away.
Seeing this, Song Xinwen's eyes reddened. She quickly walked over, stuffed the clothes she had bought for Cai Yang into his hands, then turned back.
Cai Yang was soon dragged off by Cai Yongde, but the child's devilish wails seemed to linger in everyone's ears. Song Xinwen wiped her eyes and looked at Song Yu: "Xiao Yu, your little brother didn't mean it. Can you forgive him?"
Song Yu's lips moved, but before he could speak, Song Xinran took his hand.
"Sis, this is between Xiao Yu and Cai Yang. Whether to forgive him or not should be the child's decision."
"Let's go home first." Her expression was serious as she held Song Yu's hand and walked forward.
Song Xinwen felt a pang of panic and discomfort: "Xinran, that's not what I meant…"
Cai Yang was her child. If he said something wrong, she as his mother should apologize on his behalf. As for asking for forgiveness afterward, it was just something people commonly said—she hadn't thought there was anything inappropriate about it.
Song Xinran said: "I know, Sis. Let's just go home first."
On the way home, Song Yu was in low spirits, tightly clutching Song Xinran's hand with his head bowed the entire time.
As soon as they arrived home, Song Xinran brought Song Yu into the room. Sitting on a low stool, she immediately noticed the child's slightly reddened eyes.
"Mom," he called softly.
Song Xinran held his small hand and said gently, "Xiao Yu, don't be sad. Even without a father, you still have me. Mom will always be with you."
Song Yu's eyes grew even redder. He sniffled: "I don't want an uncle's dad."
Song Xinran almost laughed, wanting to ask if he knew how old his uncle's father was.
But she understood what the child meant—he didn't want a father like his uncle.
He was a smart child. He had only partially understood the arguments between his aunt and uncle, but he had comprehended most of the hurtful words his uncle had previously directed at him. He only needed his mother; he didn't want any other father.
Song Xinran stroked his soft black hair: "Okay, no father like Uncle. Xiao Yu doesn't have to accept anything he doesn't want."
Song Yu gazed quietly at her with his reddened eyes. After a few seconds, his lips suddenly trembled, his voice carrying a small sob: "Mom, am I an unwanted child?"
Song Xinran's heart ached. She leaned forward and embraced the child's soft body: "How could that be? Xiao Yu is actually a child many people would want. Just the other day, Aunt Huang wanted you to visit her house after meeting you for the first time."
"And Aunt Fang who came to buy Bobo Chicken also said you're very cute, and that she wished she had a child as adorable as you."
Song Yu was indeed very likable, especially after getting a haircut and wearing new, well-fitting clothes. With his soft black hair, delicate features, and dark, luminous eyes, elderly customers buying Bobo Chicken loved teasing him.
He had a good temperament too. Sometimes when he was accidentally bumped and fell, he wouldn’t cry or make a fuss. Instead, he would pick himself up, dust off his clothes, and still want to help out.
Hearing these words, Song Yu’s face grew a little warm. He lowered his head, no longer crying, though his eyes remained red. “I don’t want to go to another auntie’s house,” he said softly. “I only want to stay at Mommy’s house.”
Song Xinran said, “Then Xiao Yu can rest assured. Mommy won’t let anyone take Xiao Yu away. Xiao Yu is Mommy’s child.”
“When Xiao Yu was still in Mommy’s belly, Mommy had a dream. In the dream, I was up in the sky, where there were lots and lots of children, and lots and lots of other mommies. Mommy wanted the child she would love the most, so I searched for a long time…”
Song Yu lifted his little face, his red eyes fixed unblinkingly on her, completely absorbed in the story, eagerly awaiting what came next.
Song Xinran’s lips curved slightly as she continued, “I looked for a long time and met many children. Finally, I saw Xiao Yu. Mommy knew right away that you were my child, but Xiao Yu was so popular—there were so many other mommies around, all wanting Xiao Yu to be their baby. Mommy had to fight really hard, defeating everyone, to snatch Xiao Yu. That’s how Xiao Yu became Mommy’s baby, and Mommy will never, ever abandon Xiao Yu.”
Song Yu’s eyes widened, and he threw himself into Song Xinran’s arms. “Is that really true, Mommy?” The child’s tone was filled with wonder.
Song Xinran nodded seriously. “Of course it’s true. So Mommy put in a lot of effort and worked very hard to make Xiao Yu my baby.”
Song Yu’s eyes sparkled, and he buried his head shyly in her embrace. “I love Mommy the most too,” he mumbled, his voice muffled and unclear.
But Song Xinran heard him and deliberately asked, “Did Xiao Yu also work very hard to become Mommy’s baby?”
Song Yu lifted his head, his round eyes looking especially earnest. “Yes! I also defeated lots of other babies and became a super invincible warrior before I found Mommy!”
Song Xinran couldn’t help but laugh, gently pinching the little one’s soft cheek.
“I’m not an unwanted child,” Song Yu murmured to himself. By now, the sadness and timidity on his face had vanished, replaced by happiness.
Song Xinran nodded earnestly. “Of course not.”
Song Yu said, “Uncle said my name is Song Yu, meaning ‘surplus’—that I’m unwanted.”
He was too young to fully understand the meaning of “surplus,” but he knew what “unwanted” meant, and it made him very sad. His name was given by his parents—did that mean they didn’t want him either?
He had cried for a long time by himself back then, and the next day, his eyes were so swollen that everything looked blurry.
Song Xinran said, “That’s not true. The ‘Yu’ in Xiao Yu’s name means ‘abundance year after year.’”
“Mommy, what does ‘abundance year after year’ mean?”
“It means a life of plenty, with ample wealth—hoping every year brings more than enough food to eat and money to spend.”
Song Yu understood the latter part and immediately grew much happier. That sounded like a very, very good life.
Song Xinran said, "When Xiao Yu was born, the family had nothing—not even extra rice. Mom and Dad hoped that in the future, Xiao Yu would live well, without worries about food or clothing, so they named him Song Yu. It was a beautiful wish."
Song Yu widened his round eyes, unblinking. He understood—he wasn't an unwanted, superfluous child. Mom and Dad loved him dearly!
He gripped his mother's hand tightly and nodded vigorously. "I understand!"
Then, as if recalling something, he added, "Xiao Yang cried so sadly today. I’ve never seen him like that before. I hope he stops crying."
Song Xinran gently stroked his hair but said nothing.
Her story wasn’t entirely fabricated. The origin of Song Yu’s name was written in the original owner’s diary: "Year after year, may there be surplus." In those days when resources were still scarce, it was the most heartfelt blessing for a child’s future.
Life wasn’t always smooth sailing, but setting up the stall to earn a living had to continue.
As Song Xinran prepared to clean the ingredients, she noticed Song Xinwen had already started. Seeing her, Song Xinwen smiled and said, "Xinran, you’re still setting up the stall today, right?"
Song Xinran nodded. "Yes, this is my job now. Keeping a regular schedule and location helps build a customer base."
Song Xinwen said, "I’ve already peeled all the winter melon skins. Take a look at how thick you want the slices."
Song Xinran acknowledged, boiled a pot of water, and began chopping vegetables on the side.
Today, Song Xinwen worked as efficiently as ever, but she was noticeably more talkative. Sensing something, Song Xinran spoke up, "Sis, I’ve told you—you’ll always be my sister here. This is your home. You can stay as long as you want. With you around, things are easier for me. If you left, I’d have to handle all this work alone."
Song Xinwen froze, her nose tingling with emotion, and quickly murmured in agreement.
Business was still booming that day. In less than an hour, Song Xinran’s Bobo Chicken was sold out. As she was packing up, a middle-aged woman approached the stall.
"Sorry, we’re sold out for today," Song Xinran said.
"Sold out this early? Your business is really good."
Song Xinran found the woman somewhat familiar—likely a previous customer. She smiled and replied, "We’ve just opened, so everyone’s trying it out for the novelty."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the woman asked, "Miss, is it true your husband has passed away?"
Song Xinwen, who was tidying up nearby, immediately scowled and stood up. Song Xinran stopped her with a look, still smiling. "Auntie, who did you hear that from?"
"I overheard people chatting and thought, with skills like yours, finding another man would be easy if your husband were gone. I came specifically to ask."
Song Xinran said, "That rumor sounds so convincing, but my husband is away serving in the military."
"Oh!" the woman exclaimed. "They’re just spreading nonsense! They even said you’re a widow raising a child alone."
Song Xinran merely smiled without responding, and the woman left after a few more words.
Song Xinwen’s face flushed with anger. She muttered, "Cai Yongde is nothing but trouble! His visit has caused you so much grief!"
Song Xinran stayed silent, but the couple at the neighboring fried skewer stall spoke loudly, as if intentionally ensuring they were heard:
"Claiming her husband is in the military when she’s clearly a widow—how ridiculous!"
"She must be desperate for a man!"
Song Xinwen was already feeling guilty inside, and upon hearing this, he couldn't hold back. He stood up, ready to go confront them, but Song Xinran stopped him: "Don't go. They didn't mention any names. If you go, you'll just confirm what they're saying."
When they had argued on the street earlier, there weren't many people around. Now, the rumors had spread through who knows how many retellings.
Pretending not to hear, they packed their things and left. Sure enough, the fried skewer stall couple began to doubt: "Why are you spreading these baseless rumors?"The boss lady frowned: "How much business have they taken from us in the four days they've been here?" I just want them gone as soon as possible!"The boss muttered: 'Even if she really is a widow, there's nothing we can do about it.'"
"You fool! With no man around, she has no backing. We can easily find a way to drive her away…"As she spoke, the boss lady's eyes shifted cunningly, and she leaned in to whisper something into the boss's ear."
As soon as they got home, Song Xinwen said: "I'm going out to make a call. I'll tell Cai Yongde not to come anymore!"
Song Xinran stopped her: "No need. I doubt Brother-in-law will be coming back these next few days anyway."
After all, Cai Yongde was a man who valued his pride. This time, Song Xinwen had humiliated him so badly that he'd probably need several days to recover.
If Song Xinwen made that call now, the two would likely end up in a big fight. Song Xinran could see that Song Xinwen had no intention of divorcing Cai Yongde.
In these times, especially in remote rural areas, the concept of divorce simply didn't exist in people's minds.
Song Xinwen cursed: "He must have been a pig in his previous life, always causing trouble!"
Song Xinran thought to herself: Don't insult pigs. Pigs are actually quite intelligent animals.
Aloud, she said: "It didn't really cause me any trouble either. It's not like people knowing my husband died means I can't run my stall anymore."
She had initially said those things because Lingde Town was too remote and customs weren't fully modernized yet – it was just for convenience.
Song Xinwen still felt bad about the situation and hurried out, saying she was going to buy some groceries for dinner.
Song Xinran also wanted to go out to buy some seasonings. When she reached downstairs, she ran into Huang Yun: "Sister Yun."
She greeted her while giving her a once-over, then smiled: "Sister Yun is wearing new clothes today! They look really beautiful. This blue fabric complements your skin tone perfectly – makes you look radiant and fair-skinned."
Today Huang Yun was wearing a blue long-sleeved dress with a fitted cut and particularly stylish waist design.
Huang Yun immediately beamed: "You noticed! I just bought it!"
"Did something good happen? Sister Yun looks particularly glowing today," Song Xinran said.
Huang Yun leaned in and lowered her voice: "My husband is coming home."
Song Xinran was somewhat surprised. She knew about Huang Yun's family situation – currently only she and Ding Sisi lived in the house. The elderly from both sides lived in the village, just a ten-minute walk from town. The old folks were still quite healthy and often came to help Huang Yun sell meat, but she had never seen Huang Yun's husband.
Huang Yun had never mentioned him, and Song Xinran had never asked.
"My husband serves in the military up north. He's taken ten days leave to come back – his mother is turning sixty!"
Song Xinran expressed surprise: "Sister Yun, you should have told me earlier! For Auntie's sixtieth birthday, I could have prepared a gift in advance."
"Exactly because I know you'd be too polite and wouldn't want you to prepare in advance, that's why I'm telling you now. Don't bring anything when the time comes—just show up!" Huang Yun said. "I've already booked everything at home. We'll hold it at the Xiang Manyuan Grand Restaurant in the county town."
Song Xinran flattered, "Hosting it in the county town must be quite expensive, right? I'm just lucky to be close to you, Sister Yun, getting to see a bit of the world in the county town."
Huang Yun scoffed, "In my opinion, you'll have to go sooner or later anyway. When Sisi was in school, we didn't have this awareness—the teaching in the city is completely different from in the town. Xiao Yu is still young, but when he starts first grade, we should try to send him to the city."
After exchanging a few words, Song Xinran said, "Sister Yun, I also want to tell you something. You know it's just Xiao Yu and me at home, so when people ask, I usually say my husband is away serving in the military for convenience…"
Song Xinran's intention was to explain that she had said it casually, worried that Huang Yun might misunderstand her as trying to leverage the connection for personal gain, which could harm their relationship.
Unexpectedly, Huang Yun clapped her hands and said, "What a coincidence! In that case, when your brother-in-law returns, I'll have him stop by your stall and say he's your husband's comrade. Xinran, your mind is truly sharp. Nowadays, widows often face gossip, and this excuse helps avoid a lot of trouble. Many women don't dare to speak up—even after their husbands pass away, they feel pressured to guard their reputations."
Song Xinran chuckled wryly, amused by Huang Yun's boldness.
But it did simplify things. She asked, "If it's convenient for brother-in-law, I'd really appreciate it."
Huang Yun replied, "He has nothing to do when he's back—of course it's convenient."
Song Xinran thanked her repeatedly.
Huang Yun waved her hand and joked, "No need for all that. If you really want to thank me, just make more Bobo Chicken later. Sisi keeps telling me Aunt Song's business is so good she can't even buy any! My husband is a food lover too—every time he calls, he complains about the army's meals."
Song Xinran laughed, "Sisi can come to our place directly if she wants some. We'd never let her go without."
Song Xinran had assumed Huang Yun's husband would return in a few days, as the elderly relative's sixtieth birthday was on the weekend. To her surprise, Huang Yun came by the next day to invite her for dinner, saying her husband Ding Jianjun was returning that very day.
Song Xinran immediately offered, "Then I'll go buy some groceries and we can cook together."
Huang Yun declined, "Just coming over is enough."
"Sister, have you forgotten? When we ate together at the restaurant before, I promised to let you try my cooking once I moved to town. I've been so busy with the stall lately, I haven't had the chance," Song Xinran said. "Sister Yun, don't you like twice-cooked pork? I'll make it tonight. What does brother-in-law enjoy?"
Huang Yun initially wanted to refuse—it didn't seem right to have a guest cook—but her cravings got the better of her.
Having tasted Song Xinran's Bobo Chicken, she felt everything she'd eaten before paled in comparison, and it took her several meals at home to readjust. While she loved Bobo Chicken for its flavor, she actually preferred fried and stir-fried dishes. The mere thought of what Song Xinran might prepare made her mouth water.
And Jianjun—he always complained about the canteen food during calls. Now that he'd finally gotten leave, it would be great to treat him to some proper dishes and broaden his horizons.
With that in mind, Huang Yun agreed, "Alright, then I'll trouble you. No need to buy ingredients—I have everything at home. Just let me know if you need anything else."
Song Xinran asked, "What would you like to eat, Sister Yun?"
A whole list of dishes popped into Huang Yun's mind, but she restrained herself, knowing it wouldn't be right to overburden a guest. She picked her favorites: "Twice-cooked pork, crispy ribs, and your brother-in-law loves water boiled pork slices. Just these three will do."
They were all homestyle dishes. Song Xinran agreed. Since the Bobo Chicken was already prepared, she planned to have Song Xinwen help sell it at the stall while she cooked at Huang Yun's place.
Since it was for their own consumption, Huang Yun had saved the best cuts of meat. The pork belly was particularly exceptional, with layers of fat and lean meat so evenly stacked—three parts fat to two parts lean—it looked deliberately arranged.
Song Xinran first placed the meat in a pot of cold water, adding ginger slices and scallion segments to remove any gaminess. Meanwhile, she began marinating the ribs to prepare Crispy Ribs.
The ribs Huang Yun had set aside were also the finest—specifically the middle sections of pork ribs, with meat clinging perfectly to the bone, neither too much nor too little. Their fresh, vibrant color made Song Xinran think they could easily sell for six or seven yuan per pound if put on the market.
The ribs had been pre-blanched and were now thoroughly dried. Song Xinran added seasonings and mixed them evenly. For Crispy Ribs, the marination and frying steps were crucial. If the marinade didn’t penetrate well or the seasonings were subpar, the fried ribs would taste mediocre.
However, Song Xinran had plenty of experience with seasoning and handled it with ease. Finally, she added an egg white, stirring until each rib was coated in a thin, even batter before heating oil in the pot.
Huang Yun, assisting nearby, watched Song Xinran’s orderly and efficient movements, which even carried a hint of grace. Recalling her own occasional kitchen fluster, she couldn’t help but laugh. "Xinran, your moves already scream 'master chef'!"
Song Xinran smiled wryly. "Sister Yun, you’re praising me too early—I haven’t even started cooking yet."
Huang Yun insisted, "I don’t need to see it—I know it’ll be perfect."
Sure enough, when the marinated ribs hit the hot oil, Huang Yun caught a whiff of fragrance. As the oil temperature rose, the ribs gradually floated to the surface, releasing a subtle aroma of meat blended with egg. Huang Yun’s nose twitched; the scent seemed to hook straight into her cravings, stirring up her appetite.
The ribs sizzled softly in the oil, surrounded by tiny bubbles, their batter turning a light golden hue.
With quick reflexes, Song Xinran scooped them out.
Huang Yun was taken aback. Based on her years of frying ribs, she thought they couldn’t be done yet, but then she remembered Song Xinran’s Bobo Chicken and reconsidered—maybe this was the perfect moment to achieve the ideal taste. Her own ribs always ended up overcooked, but Song Xinran’s skill surely guaranteed the best result!
Seeing the golden ribs, Huang Yun picked up her chopsticks, eager to try a piece.
Song Xinran’s eyes widened. "Sister Yun, wait! They’re not done yet!"
Huang Yun: "What?"
Song Xinran: "They need a second fry."
Puzzled, Huang Yun asked, "Why fry twice? Once should be enough to cook them through."
As she turned up the heat, Song Xinran explained, "Double-frying ensures they’re crispy outside and tender inside."
When the oil reached the right temperature, Song Xinran returned the ribs to the pot. Immediately, a louder sizzle erupted, with clear oil bubbling vigorously around the golden ribs—a sight that made one’s mouth water.
Using a strainer to gently separate the ribs, Song Xinran elaborated, "The first fry uses moderate heat to draw out moisture and fat, setting the shape. The second fry requires high heat to crisp the exterior while locking in the juices, giving that perfect crisp-outside, tender-inside texture."
Though Song Xinran’s explanation was clear and simple, Huang Yun wasn’t listening—her attention was completely captivated by the pot of ribs before her.
If the first enticing aroma had been somewhat gentle and restrained, this time it was utterly straightforward. The high temperature instantly ignited the fragrance, causing it to explode throughout the kitchen—the rich aroma of ribs, the numbing scent of Sichuan peppercorns, the savory notes of soy sauce… all weaving together into an intense, domineering fragrance that shot straight to the brain.
Huang Yun’s mind was now completely occupied with one thought: When would these ribs be ready for her to taste? How come she’d never smelled such an aroma when frying ribs herself?!
Song Xinran kept her focus on the ribs in the pot. As soon as they were done, she immediately turned off the heat and scooped them all into an oil-draining basket. With one hand, she grabbed the pre-prepared chili powder and lightly sprinkled it over the ribs, while her other hand lifted the basket and gave it a gentle shake, evenly coating every piece with the spice.
After setting the ribs aside, Song Xinran began tidying the counter to prepare for the next dish. Huang Yun, standing nearby, stared fixedly at the golden-brown ribs, swallowing hard.
From that point on, she paid no attention to whatever Song Xinran was doing. As soon as the ribs had cooled slightly, she hastily picked up a piece to taste.
The moment her teeth sank in, she heard a crisp "crack." The outer crust shattered, revealing the tender meat near the bone. A rich, savory aroma instantly burst in her mouth—devoid of any greasy taste—with the natural freshness of the ribs perfectly complemented by just the right amount of saltiness and numbing spice, making it impossible to resist chewing and swallowing.
The doneness was perfect: the exterior as crispy as a biscuit, while the inside was so tender it slid effortlessly down her throat.
So delicious!
Those two words completely filled Huang Yun’s mind. She knew the flavor would diminish once the ribs cooled, and with that thought, she naturally reached for another piece.
But with the second piece came a third, then a fourth…
By the time she stopped, Huang Yun stared blankly at the noticeably diminished portion of crispy ribs in the basket. She remembered only tasting a few pieces—how had she eaten so many?!
Saliva pooled in her mouth again. She swallowed hard and gripped her own hand: No more! She couldn’t eat any more!
Jianjun and Sisi hadn’t returned yet—what would they think if she finished the ribs all by herself?!
Desperate to distract herself, she glanced into the wok and exclaimed, "Xinran, you’re making twice-cooked pork?!"
The wok was sizzling vigorously, each slice of pork curling into "lantern" shapes. The fatty parts had turned translucent, while the lean meat had taken on a golden hue. Song Xinran promptly added fermented broad bean paste, and the aroma instantly surged—the spicy, savory notes of the paste mingling with the richness of the pork, rushing straight into their nostrils.
Each slice of meat quickly took on a glossy, red coating of sauce. Song Xinran tossed in a handful of green garlic sprouts, gave it a few quick stirs, and plated the dish.
Huang Yun had been watching intently, completely captivated. The twice-cooked pork trembled slightly on the plate, its vibrant red slices accented by the emerald green of the garlic sprouts. It was such an ordinary home-style dish, yet why did it look so different when Song Xinran made it? It appeared downright luxurious.
Normally, Huang Yun wouldn’t sample a dish like this, but today she simply couldn’t resist.
It wasn’t until the first bite that Huang Yun suddenly understood why Song Xinran had seemed unimpressed by the twice-cooked pork they’d had that day—her own version was hundreds of times more delicious than the restaurant’s!
The fatty parts weren’t greasy, the lean meat wasn’t dry, and the savory flavors were clean and refreshing. Huang Yun wished she could scoop up a large bowl of rice and devour it all right then and there!
She had known Song Xinran’s cooking must be good—the Bobo Chicken from that day had already shown that—but she never expected it to be this exceptional!
If only she had known earlier…
If only she had known earlier, she wouldn't have let the guest prepare additional dishes! As the host, Huang Yun had no choice but to step aside and make some other dishes herself. Originally, she had been quite enthusiastic, but after tasting Song Xinran's cooking, her enthusiasm had dwindled considerably.
As soon as school was out, Ding Sisi rushed home and shouted before even entering the house, "Mom, Auntie Song Xinran wasn't selling Bobo Chicken today—it was Auntie Song selling it!"
Before her words fully faded, an intense and domineering aroma hit her nostrils. Ding Sisi's eyes lit up, and she tossed her backpack onto the sofa. "Mom, what delicious food did you make?"
She thought to herself, Dad's return really makes a difference. She had never smelled anything this fragrant before.
Following the scent into the kitchen, she spotted the Crispy Ribs at a glance.
She popped one into her mouth and chewed. Ding Sisi's expression instantly froze.
Wait!
Is this really fried ribs?
Ding Sisi chewed slowly, unable to believe it. The crispy exterior, the tender and flavorful meat—she hurriedly took out the unfinished piece from her mouth.
Her eyes widened. It really was fried ribs!
Good heavens, how did her mom's fried ribs skills improve so much all of a sudden!
As she ate, Ding Sisi thought, even if it's because Dad is back, she's benefiting from it too.
Her classmates had mentioned there was delicious fried chicken in the county town, but Ding Sisi was sure it couldn't compare to these fried ribs!
"Sisi!" a voice suddenly called from the doorway.
Ding Sisi turned to see her mom and Aunt Song, holding a bunch of freshly picked spring onions.
"Mom, Aunt Song," Ding Sisi greeted them first, then exclaimed excitedly, "Mom, the fried ribs you made are so delicious, you could totally open a shop! Set up a stall next to Aunt Song and sell fried ribs—business would definitely be booming!"
Ding Sisi thought her idea was absolutely brilliant! It worked out perfectly since her mom and Aunt Song were good friends. They could set up stalls together in the future! She could continue being the publicity committee member!
But why did her mom look somewhat awkward…
Huang Yun said, "Sisi, these fried ribs were made by your Aunt Song."
Ding Sisi: "Ah…"
She instinctively reached for another piece and stuffed it into her mouth.
Huang Yun quickly stopped her, "Don't eat anymore! Save some for your dad!"
Oh no, she had already eaten quite a few pieces in the kitchen earlier, and now Ding Sisi had eaten quite a bit too. Would there even be enough left for a full plate by the time Jianjun returned?
Ding Jianjun got off the bus in town and glanced at the surrounding buildings—nothing had changed. He followed the familiar path home.
He had finally managed to get leave approved this time to return home, partly to celebrate his mother's birthday and, of course, to enjoy more local dishes.
Ding Jianjun had enlisted in a northern military unit, where the canteen food leaned toward northern flavors. As a spice-loving southerner, he found the food bland and unappetizing. This time, he had specifically asked his wife to prepare local dishes so he could savor them properly.
Before he even reached his doorstep, a rich, numbing, spicy, and savory aroma wafted toward him, teasing his appetite.
Could it be from his own home…?
Ding Jianjun quickened his pace. Entering the house, he saw a table already laden with food, and the enticing smell was unmistakably coming from there.
Gazing at the spread of bright red, numbing, and spicy dishes, Ding Jianjun couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Dad!" Ding Sisi ran out from the kitchen, her eyes lighting up as she shouted, "Dad's back!"
Ding Jianjun smiled and headed toward the kitchen, only to find Huang Yun cooking alongside a woman he didn't recognize.
Hearing the voice, Huang Yun turned around with a delighted expression: "Why are you back so early? Oh, let me introduce you—this is Xinran, my sister. I've told you about her."
Ding Jianjun thought to himself that she had indeed mentioned it—several times over the phone. First, how Xinran had praised her, how delicious her cooking was, how smart and easygoing she was, how they went for walks every evening… They got along extremely well.
But no matter how close they were, you couldn't let a guest do the cooking! When others come to your home, they're guests!
However, Ding Jianjun couldn't say this directly in front of others, so he smiled and said, "Hello, Yun has mentioned you several times. Finally meeting you in person today. It's really too kind of you—coming to our home for a meal and even cooking."
Huang Yun quickly added, "Xinran's cooking is absolutely amazing. I only asked her to cook because I knew you were coming back, so you could see for yourself."
Ding Jianjun disagreed inwardly. How good could it possibly be? Food all tastes the same anyway.
But having a guest cook was terribly impolite. Huang Yun hadn't been like this before—probably their close relationship made her disregard such formalities. Still, Ding Jianjun couldn't bring himself to do the same and could only thank her repeatedly.
Just then, Ding Sisi came out of the kitchen holding a piece of Crispy Ribs and fed it to Ding Jianjun: "Dad, try this! Aunt Song's fried ribs are absolutely explosive!"
Ding Jianjun frowned. "Speak properly."
What did "explosive" even mean? So unrefined.
Ding Sisi insisted, "Just try it! It's really fragrant!"
Ding Jianjun refused. "It's not proper to eat before the meal. You shouldn't be eating either. Wait until we're at the table."
Ding Sisi ignored him. If he didn't eat now, he'd regret it later.
Watching his daughter, Ding Jianjun shook his head. When they visited others' homes before, she had always been so polite. Why had she changed today?
As Ding Sisi bit into the rib, he could hear the crisp crackle of the crust breaking. Ding Jianjun thought, well, it did look pretty good…
When the final dish of Water Boiled Pork Slices was served, everyone had arrived. Song Xinwen and Song Yu had come earlier, and Song Yu was now sitting obediently on the sofa, answering Ding Jianjun's questions one by one.
As everyone gathered at the table, Ding Jianjun prepared to say a few words, but Huang Yun interjected, "No need for speeches—let's eat quickly before it gets cold and the flavor changes. We can't waste Xinran's wonderful cooking."
Ding Jianjun frowned.
Ding Sisi cheered in agreement, "Mom's right!"
With so many people present, Ding Jianjun couldn't say much else. Though he felt it was improper, he still said, "Let's all eat, please don't stand on ceremony."
He froze instantly.
Was this Water Boiled Pork Slices? It felt completely different from what he'd eaten before.
The pork slices were incredibly tender, bursting with scalding broth in his mouth. With just a gentle chew, the meat melted away, and the flavor was so exquisite it made his eyes narrow in pleasure.
His throat swallowed almost involuntarily, and he quickly reached for a second piece, then a third, a fourth…
In that moment, he completely forgot all about propriety.
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