"Granny, Auntie, can we have Braised Pork for dinner tonight?"
The others' gazes burned bright, as if flames were flickering within them.
Li Xiuli's heart softened, and with a twinge of pain for the meat, she said, "… Fine then, we'll make Braised Pork."
Lin Qingmu looked at his mother and blurted out, "Mom, do you know how to make it?"
He had never eaten Braised Pork at home.
The only time he had it was when his aunt got married and moved to the county, and he scrounged a good meal.
Li Xiuli's expression stiffened.
She smacked her third son on the back with a slap.
"If I can't make it, would you be able to?" Her anger was not to be underestimated.
This son of hers was more frustrating than a piece of Corn bread, always driving her up the wall.
Lin Qingmu took a step back guiltily, with a plea for mercy written all over his face.
"Mom, how would I know how!"
