C4 Killing the Pig

The women nodded in agreement and inquired what kitchen tasks Faang Hua needed assistance with.

With that, the hustle of cooking, washing, and picking vegetables commenced.

Faang Hua drew his chopping knife and set to work on a large piece of meat. In no time, pig offal, perfectly portioned and with just the right mix of fat and lean, appeared magically arrayed across more than a dozen empty plates, leaving onlookers astonished.

Faang Hua's display of knife skills finally silenced the skeptics.

Despite being from the same village, many harbored doubts about Faang Hua's culinary prowess.

They had never sampled his cooking and questioned what someone his age could truly accomplish in the kitchen, assuming anyone could do as much.

But witnessing Faang Hua's impeccable knife work put their minds at ease.

"Hua, you've truly inherited Master Faang's gift. Your knife skills are the finest I've ever seen!" an auntie praised as she stoked the fire.

"Thank you, but could you please stoke the fire a bit more? I've got a few dishes that need a good sear," Faang Hua replied with a modest smile, knowing that dishes like pig liver and lungs required a fierce stir-fry to bring out their flavors.

These stir-fries were a true test of a chef's mettle, as a moment's inattention could lead to a burnt and overdone mess.

"Of course, I'll crank it up to the max for you!" the auntie responded, adding large logs to the flames and closing the lid. The fire roared to life.

Once the large iron pot was thoroughly heated, Faang Hua poured in the vegetable oil. As it reached temperature, he added aromatic ginger and garlic.

With a sizzle, the pot erupted in flames, the oil instantly scorching hot, filling the kitchen with a tantalizing aroma.

He then added the sliced pork kidneys, quickly tossing and turning them with a large spatula.

As he stir-fried, he mixed in a secret concoction of sweet and white wines, giving it a few more flips before serving up the dish.

A casual sprinkle of green onions topped off the beautifully seared pork kidneys, their fragrance utterly irresistible.

That single dish alone was enough to leave the aunties assisting in the kitchen utterly speechless.

"Hua, your dish could give those big hotel chefs a run for their money!"

"I'd give you top marks without even tasting it. Auntie thinks there's no need to look for a head chef for the Xu family's funeral; it has to be you, Hua!"

"You aunties flatter me. Let me just focus on finishing the dishes!"

Faang Hua swiftly prepared the last five or six dishes, which the helpful aunties in the kitchen carried out to the dining table.

Everyone's eyes lit up at the sight of the seven beautifully presented dishes, and they eagerly lined up to serve themselves.

Xu Jialong was the first to dig in, excitedly grabbing a piece of pork kidney with his chopsticks and popping it into his mouth. After a chew, his eyes sparkled with delight.

"This flavor is out of this world. It's the best pork dish I've ever had."

"Yeah, those pig lungs are something else too—crispy, tender, and perfectly seasoned."

"Hey, hey, I just got my rice, and you guys have already polished off the pig lungs!"

While Xu Jialong was enjoying his meal, those who followed found themselves staring at an empty plate in dismay.

"Hua, with your skills, you should take over as the funeral chef. I can't wait to see what culinary wonders you'll whip up for the occasion."

Auntie Cuiyu, who had been assisting Faang Hua with the cooking, eagerly asked while jostling for a serving of the dishes.