Clean pigs' heads and elbows are put in big pots, slowly stewed on the coal stoves of the beehives, smelling like cuisine, because the meat attracts the boys, and they don't go out crazy, sitting around the stove in peace, waiting for the old man to flip over the pig's head and elbows, so they can taste it. Not so many sauces have been made before, and the roasted meat is called a fragrance, and there's no smell of grueling oil, so soft and soft ass feel enough to eat it; the elbows are still fresh and fresh, and each year a plate of family meetings is set up, and brothers and sisters miss the elbows that the old man used to stew。
