Tan You had been busy since she got home mid-morning, and her grandmother didn't bother her. Her grandmother had gone to the paddy fields to pull weeds before it got too hot, leaving Tan You to manage things at home.
Washing, blanching, caramelizing sugar, simmering spices—Tan You handled each step methodically. Although she had never made such a laborious dish during her mission worlds, she had seen many videos on how to do it. Once she saw something, she remembered it.
Now, making it for the first time, Tan You was doing an impressive job. Tan Deming, squinting as he plucked stray hairs from the pig's head with a pair of tweezers, didn't forget to chat with Tan You. "How did you know how to make this?"
Tan You watched the flames in the stove. "I saw it in a book. I see things, I remember them."
Tan Deming said, "If your mother found out, she'd scold you again for not focusing on proper business."
