"To make riding boots."
Su Qing lowered her head to work and answered casually. When Ji Shuisheng heard this, he couldn't help but turn to look at her. Did she know how to make riding boots? Was there anything she couldn't do?
Today's meal opened Ji Shuisheng's eyes. In the past, he often went hunting and returned home. His foster father did not know how to cook, so he joined the Qiu family. The village considered Aunt Qiu's cooking reasonable, but it was like heaven and earth compared to Su Qing.
The taste was even different. Su Qing's braised pork melted in his mouth and wasn't greasy. The tiger skin pig trotter she made was so mushy that the bones were removed. Even after eating it, the fragrance still lingered in his mouth. Also, were those pigs so delicious when they were cooked in water?
