"Ru'er, am I seeing things? We're seeing Southern seafood in this Northern town?"
Wang Jiaru didn't expect Qiao Mai to be capable of making such dishes. She swallowed her saliva.
"It's been so long since I've had this. It smells so good."
Among the dishes, only one had been tried by the children. The rest were entirely new to them.
Qiao Mai wiped her hands and entered the living room. "Feng'er, you guys go set the tableware. I'll open a jar of grain wine. Remember, you can't eat fruits or drink fruit juice with this. It can upset your stomach. In severe cases, pose a danger to your health."
"Yes, they usually pair it with rice wine in the south."
"Grain wine is the same."
The smell of seafood wafted through the living room, and everyone couldn't help but take their seats.
After the tableware was set, Qiao Mai first filled a glass of wine for Old Mister Wang.
