GRANDMA'S HIPS ARE DELICIOUS. DAD LIKES THEM. I LIKE THEM TOO. WHEN GRANDMA'S WELL, AS SOON AS I GET BACK, SHE'LL SAY, "I'LL MAKE YOU SOME BOUQUETS AND A LITTLE SOYBEANS." AND THEN I LEARNED TO DO IT MYSELF, AND IT WAS A LOT WORSE THAN WHAT GRANDMA AND DAD DID, AND IT WAS NOT ALWAYS STABLE. THE NEW PIG'S WAIST TODAY, WHICH IS SO TENDER AND Q-Y, IT DOESN'T TASTE LIKE ANYTHING, SO I THINK THAT THE KEY TO MAKING A PIG'S WAIST IS NOT TO OPERATE, IT'S TO EAT, IT'S TO EAT, IT'S TO EAT. PRACTICES ARE SHARED。