The kitchen was large, and although there were only two stoves, there were many shelves lined with quite a few boxes. Jiang Feng moved closer and inspected them one by one. Some boxes were empty, some contained bowls and chopsticks, and only a very few held seasonings and ingredients that could be preserved for a long time.
Fresh vegetables and meat were displayed openly, and on the floor sat a basin with several live fish in it—all the ingredients were clearly visible at a glance.
Zhao LanHua was like a little girl visiting the market with her mother for the first time, looking around curiously and not even passing by the cabbage and tofu without a glance.
"That, Mr. Jiang Weiguo, may I ask if the hanging meat is cured pork? Why is there paper stuck to it?" Zhao LanHua asked curiously.
"That is ham; the cut section is covered with paper to preserve it," Jiang Weiguo replied.
"What is ham?"
"... It is a type of cured meat made from a whole pig's leg."
