Sweet and sour ribs weren't unfamiliar to Chen Ze; as a staple in his family's home cooking, he used to eat them once a week when he still lived at home.
However, compared to the sweet and sour taste of the ribs, Chen Ze preferred the simplicity of fried ribs.
"Brother, the ribs you bought are no good," Chen Xingchen complained as she picked at the ribs.
Chen Ze helplessly patted her head, "Stop complaining, I can't pick ribs."
"Tsk, what a brother, not even better than maggots, which at least can be used to feed chickens," Chen Xingchen took out a piece of rib and threw it on the counter.
"Check if we have enough seasoning," Chen Ze said, already accustomed to his sister's sharp tongue. He opened the freezer, took out a small bottle, and set it aside.
"There's definitely enough seasoning… What's this?" Chen Xingchen turned her head in confusion to look at what Chen Ze had taken out.
