After a whirlwind feast, the table was left completely bare.
Even Wang Yongzhu, who was determined to diet, was swept up in the atmosphere and unknowingly ate several pieces of braised pork.
Rarely, even Lady Jiang felt full today, almost seven or eight parts full, and she even ate a piece of fat as big as a little finger, savoring it in her mouth, the meat so fragrant, so tender, she almost wished she could swallow her own tongue.
In the end, the kids even wiped the soup bowl clean with their steamed buns, so there really was no need to wash it.
Wang Yongping, patting his belly, had long forgotten about the beating he received before the meal, "Mom, you really care about your son, knowing that I was coming back today, did you specially cut so much meat to welcome me home?"
