After a few bites of crispy apples had gone down the hatch, everyone got a little taste and began to try out the rest of the cold dishes on the table.
Jiang Feng was nibbling on tiger-skin peanuts and soy sauce cucumbers but found them bland and unexciting.
The hot dishes were still a little while off, everyone had to wait until Sir had finished cooking them all before serving them, and even once they were served, no one could touch their chopsticks until Sir arrived. It was truly agonizing to be able to see and smell the food but not eat it.
Distractedly munching on the appetizers and idly chatting, the conversation suddenly caused Jiang Jianguo to tense up.
"The pork knuckle is out of the pot!"
All eyes turned to him, and Jiang Jiankang was the most excited, "Big brother, quick, sniff and tell, what kind of pork knuckle did dad make today?"
