Mo Xiaoqiang recited the dishes they had eaten at the old residence the night before, leaving everyone wide-eyed, their mouths watering so much that they didn't even notice the drool dripping down.
Xiuzhi, drooling, felt extreme jealousy within her heart. Xuexue, that little cheap person, was actually living such a good life.
Madam Ruan caught sight of Xiuzhi's greedy expression and realized she was the same; quickly, she raised her arm to wipe her own drool and then used her sleeve to wipe her daughter's face as well.
"Red braised pork, braised pork knuckles, scrambled eggs with garlic shoots." Old Lady Mo's eyes sparkled as she wiped away her drool, muttering to herself, "These damn cheap hooves, indulging in such delicacies, yet they forget us, their ancestors. Without us, do they think they could have just sprouted from stones?"
