"Shuangshuang, what can I help you with?"
Feng Xiaohua squatted down and quietly asked Mu Shuangshuang, who was facing her.
"Auntie, you can just sit and watch!"
Mu Shuangshuang stood up and headed towards the kitchen.
When she came out again, she held a clean loofah sponge in her hand. A small portion had been snipped off with scissors, leaving a palm-sized piece that was quite handy to hold.
In ancient times, there were no bristle brushes, so old loofah sponges could serve as a replacement to some extent, though not as convenient. Mu Shuangshuang carefully cleaned the crayfish bodies, and finally removed the shrimp vein.
Feng Xiaohua watched with great interest. Unlike the men, she had a special fondness for food.
Mu Shuangshuang was the most enthusiastic cook Feng Xiaohua had met, adding wine and various spices to large dishes, but never masking the true face of the delicacy.
After the crayfish were cleaned, Feng Xiaohua's limbs got a bit numb from squatting beside her.
