Over ten minutes ago.
The Wu family's western-style house.
Wu Daming was happily indulging in his lunch.
For some reason, in the past few days, his wife Jia Lanhua had been especially kind to him, serving him three dishes and a soup every day.
"Elder Wu, is that enough for you, not enough? I can go fry another dish for you?"
Apron-clad Jia Lanhua was smiling cheerfully at Wu Daming, who was eating.
Wu Daming chuckled.
"Enough, enough, wife, why have you been so attentive to me lately? Do you want me to really exert myself? Don't worry, I recently heard about a 'recipe' that can revitalize a man like a dragon and a tiger, brimming with energy. You just wait."
A trace of barely noticeable disgust flashed in Jia Lanhua's eyes, but she continued speaking perfunctorily.
"That sounds great, I'm waiting."
She thought to herself, how could this old thing be as vigorous as a dragon and a tiger?
How could he compare to Zhang Xiaoshan?
