"He only refuses to admit his own faults," Chu Jing commented mercilessly.
While the siblings were chatting, Mother Chu had yet to come over with a bowl when the aroma of meat assaulted their senses.
"Mom, it smells so good. What delicious food did you cook?" Chu Ning twitched her nose and said with some intoxication.
"Your father made braised pig trotters. He wants you to taste it first and see if he needs to add some seasoning." Mother Chu smiled.
"Okay, Mom, I'll try it!" Chu Ning took the chopsticks and bowl, picked up a piece of pig trotters with an attractive color, blew on it, and put it into her mouth.
"Wow! Not bad, not bad. Dad's cooking skills are almost as good as mine!" Chu Ning was deeply satisfied after eating a mouthful and gave a relatively high evaluation.
Second only to her.
"Xiao Ning, you're bragging. I'm still very confident in the knowledge required to cook meat dishes."
