At that moment, Jia Lanhua carried out the dishes from the kitchen.
By now, she had tidied up her clothes and looked very dignified and proper.
A perfect example of a virtuous wife and good mother, yet her gaze was still so enticing, and her figure remained as graceful as ever.
Who could resist her?
"Little Shan, your aunt's cooking isn't bad, you must eat more, and if you like it, come often in the future."
Braised pork knuckles, cold beef salad, fried eggs, and two cold dishes, this was almost up to the standards of a banquet in the countryside.
Wu Daming looked on in anguish, these ingredients were bought by him for the leaders coming down in a few days to inspect work, meant for hosting them, but this Jia Lanhua really didn't hold back, she made everything at once.
While Wu Daming was still feeling the pain, Jia Lanhua didn't hesitate, swiftly grabbing the bottle of Wuliangye that Zhang Xiaoshan had brought, and straightaway opened a bottle.
