After Lin Lan and Li Xiangyang got up and washed, they stood in the Zhou family's courtyard, watching thick billows of mist drift through the air. Through the morning fog, they could faintly make out houses at the foot of a distant hill, cascading downward like terraced fields. From afar, the scene looked like a fairyland.
Unknown birds chirped from the withered branches at the edge of the vegetable patch. In the patch below the courtyard, garlic shoots curled over. The leafy greens, having been hit by the frost, were coated in an icy layer, and the stem mustard had already put out two or three new shoots.
Lin Lan felt that leafy greens and stem mustard developed a delightfully sweet flavor after a frost. Soon, once the pork and chicken were cured and the sausages were stuffed, these vegetables would be perfect for stewing with the cured meat, sausages, or twice-cooked pork. Nothing could be more delicious.
