Ling Feng nodded and gathered the remaining meat, wild boar heads and trotters were roughly the same as chicken ribs, not as much meat as domestic pigs, but it seemed a pity to throw them away, so he decided to leave them as snacks for Wang Cai.
At that moment, Chen Yuhe popped her head out of the house, her little face smeared with a few streaks of black soot, "Hey, the water is boiling, when are we going to stew the meat?"
Ling Feng turned his head to look at her and chuckled, "You're so anxious, I'm coming right away!"
There wasn't a pressure cooker at home, so they could only stew the tender ribs and loin, which also amounted to over ten pounds, enough for three people.
After the sun had set, Ling Feng's pot wafted with the intense aroma of meat, and Chen Yuhe breathed in deeply, intoxicated, "It smells so good!"
The black soot was still on her face. Ling Feng, out of a playful spirit, didn't remind her, and Mo Jiaolan, for some reason, didn't mention it either.
