"Do pregnant women really all have such picky tastes?"
Ouyang Jie curiously asked, "So, sister-in-law, how do you feel now?"
"Me?"
Ye Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, "If it weren't for your brother Yun holding me back from eating spicy food, I'd crave hotpot every single day."
The four of them chatted merrily and casually ordered their food.
When the dishes arrived, the room filled with the aroma of the ingredients.
"Brother Yun, the head chef here is said to be a descendant of an Imperial Chef. Try it and see how it tastes."
Ouyang Jie eagerly watched Song Yun.
Song Yun picked up a piece of large intestine and put it in his mouth. Hmm?
It tasted impressive!
Was this the famed "Nine Turn Large Intestines" from Shandong cuisine?
It seemed different from those sold outside!
Upon entering the mouth, the teeth and large intestine collided, producing a springy sensation, followed by the deep flavour of the offal, making it highly satisfying to eat.
