Chen Xi pressed her lips together. "Mom, I'll be very careful. I won't get burned."
Tan You replied, "Alright, I'm in the kitchen too. I'll make the moxa floss, and you and An Wen can be in charge of rendering the lard."
'I have to admit,' Tan You thought, 'even though I have to raise kids, make money, and do everything with my own hands here, it's also because of these little ones that my burden, honestly, isn't that heavy.'
'Perhaps it's because I'm capable and have a broader perspective.'
Chen Xi and An Wen handled the lard, while Chen Yue and Chen Xing helped Tan You pound the moxa floss. The group squeezed into the small kitchen, not finding the task at hand the least bit tedious.
By the time the lard was rendered, Tan You had finished pounding the moxa floss. Chen Yue and Chen Xing were helping her mix the various ingredients into a dough, their four little hands stirring away in the basin. Tan You let them be, sitting down to the side to catch her breath and rest.
