When Gu Chengrui returned, only the smell of meat was left. He couldn't help but ask, "Babe, did you make more braised pig trotters?"
"Your nose is almost as sharp as Er Zhuang's," Zhou Ying laughed, "Yes, it's braised pork trotters, and I made a pot of them. I put them outside, so if you want to eat, you can when we go out later."
"A New Year's gift for Brother Zhou?"
"That's right. He's our patron now, so since he loves good food, we will satisfy him on that front."
"You're right. Do you think we should roast two ducks and send them over too?"
"The roast duck I made isn't authentic enough."
"It's just a change of taste. It's not quite the same, but it's more than enough to compete with. Oh right, roast one more, and we'll eat it tomorrow night."
After Zhou Ying heard this, she turned and looked over teasingly. Why did it sound like he asked because he wanted to eat it?
