"Sure, if there are goods available, could you notify me?"
"No problem." Having a regular customer, Lin Wan was naturally happy. She quickly noted Zhao Minhua's phone number.
After being busy for more than a month, the heavy burden in her heart was finally lifted.
At noon, when she was on her way home, she passed by the grocery market and bought five pounds of fatty and lean pork belly.
Unexpectedly, Han Yi wasn't home when she returned.
Thinking about how he said last night that he would meet some comrades today, she felt relieved.
She sliced the pork belly into uniform pieces and began to render lard.
After it was cooked, she sprinkled some seasoning on top. Lin Wan packed the cooled lard into two metal milk powder buckets.
When Han Yi was about to leave, she gave it to him, since there was no rice or flour there, and he could use it to fill his belly if he got hungry at night.
