Pig-foot ginger, a good meal that I ate when I was living in Guangdong, especially when I ate a few pieces in the cold winter, sour and sweet, felt warm, and even blood boiled. In rural areas, a mother or a mother-in-law would prepare a large can of pig-legged ginger for her daughter or daughter-in-law to eat while her daughter or daughter-in-law is sitting on the moon, which is said to be capable of removing the haemorrhage and helping to recover after childbirth. Women's great aunts are the best when they come. They're both warm and warm. When I returned to Beijing, I would have made a can of pig-legged ginger, which was warm and warm for years, and this year felt particularly cold in Beijing, when I suddenly remembered the old, sour, sweet pig-legged ginger, which I bought ten days ago and canned ten days ago, and which was crucial, and which I had to make for ten days before it could be waved and burned, and then buy pigs' feet to eat and eat。
