The pork intestines were rich but not greasy, the taro stems were spicy and appetizing, and the pig's blood with pea shoots was tender and refreshing. By the end of the meal, all three of them were stuffed.
Little Douzi sat on a chair, his little belly sticking out. Lin Lan mixed a bowl of food for Dahuang with broth from the pork intestines, and the dog stood guard by his bowl, wagging its tail nonstop.
The old lady looked at Little Douzi. "Go play with your iron hoop in the courtyard, or you'll get indigestion."
"Okay!" Little Douzi grabbed his iron hoop and went to roll it in the courtyard.
The old lady sat before the stove. "Xiangyang told me yesterday that two women went to the Eucalyptus Forest. Was it that woman from next door and Sun Xiuhua?"
Lin Lan nodded. "Yes! It was those two mad dogs."
