Gu Qingming's second aunt, Sun Xiangxiang, was really good at cooking. The dishes she made looked and smelled good. No matter how full someone was, they would probably be able to have one or two more bowls when they saw the dishes on the dining table that were fragrant and as beautiful as flowers.
"Here, Ming'er. These steamed ribs with taro are sticky and fragrant. Don't you like taro best? Eat more."
"This is a beer duck!"
"That's a fried fish. Soft and tender."
"We also have steak with tomatoes."
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She had clearly not liked meat in the past, but now, when she smelled the fragrance of meat, she could not help but swallow her saliva and crave it.
Picking up her chopsticks, Gu Qingming started eating.
Previously, she was clearly full, but now that she was eating again, she still felt hungry.
Gu Qingming suspected that if she continued to eat like this, she would gain weight.
