Pork soup

"Three days to cook, wash your hands and make soup," by Wang Jian, the Don poet. Only a few words in the poem have made the worst of a new daughter-in-law. But I am determined, as I understand it, to wash my hands and make soup should also be happiness. Even if we can't cook, we can spend some time making a pot of hot soup for our families. So far, I prefer casseroles and soup with open fire because I like the smell of fireworks when I make soup. The end of China's second season on the tip of the tongue talks about Guangdong's old fire soup, which included a “Hoywood winter duck”. It was planned that tonight's family meeting would come to decrypt the soup, and unfortunately no fresh leaves could be found in the market today. But it's just winter melons and ducks, and it's been a few hours of slow cooking, and the soup that comes out of it. It's one of the usual soups in our hot zone in the summer. It's spleeny and hot。