Wang Zijun didn't care if others called him poor because he wasn't.
Xu Qing didn't take it to heart when Jiang He called him a pervert, as he wasn't one either.
That's what you call confidence.
But now it seemed to have become true, which was a different story.
Xu Qing held the chest wrap that was a thousand two hundred years old and pondered for a long time. He couldn't come to a conclusion, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
Anyway... if it smelled good, that was what mattered.
No, take another sniff.
The dinner was spicy stir-fried pork, meaning green pepper stir-fried with pork belly, spicy and aromatic, tender and smooth in flavor.
The recipe said that spicy stir-fried pork has a sweet and salty taste, neutral nature, entering the spleen, stomach, and kidney channels; it nourishes the kidneys and the blood, enriches yin, and moistens dryness.
