Daya and An Wen both fell into deep thought, clearly having taken Tan You's words to heart.
Tan You didn't ask if they understood. She just carried the few pounds of pork fat into the kitchen. People in this era might not even get to eat meat once a month, so Tan You didn't dare to start them on rich, heavy meals right away, worried it would upset their stomachs.
'So I'll just have to take things slow. Maybe start by stewing some bone broth?' Fortunately, the Chen family wasn't so poor that they didn't even have a single clay pot, otherwise Tan You really would have started cursing.
After starting the bone broth simmering in the clay pot, Tan You began rendering the pork fat in another, beat-up iron wok. To get the rendered lard snowy white, you were supposed to add water, not just dry-fry it.
But since the weather was so hot, the rendered lard obviously wouldn't solidify.
