"Oh my, Ah Chen, this isn't inviting us over for a meal? It's clearly an invitation to eat dog food, so cruel, too cruel!"
Sun Nanjue laughed heartily while pulling An Zhe to sit down.
"An Zhe, which bowl of dog food do you think suits us best?" Sun Nanjue said, stretching out his hand to lift the silver cover off the dish in front of him.
Staring at a whole plate of orange-fried ribs, he was dumbfounded, "This, this..."
As Sun Nanjue looked up, he met Sheng Shaochen's grim gaze, "Smells good?"
"Good, good, sister-in-law's cooking is truly unique." Sun Nanjue praised Ye Shu insincerely while feeling a tumult inside.
The woman Ah Chen fancied was indeed extraordinary, not only sharp-tongued but even her cooking could shock the heavens and move spirits.
He signaled An Zhe with his eyes.
An Zhe reached out and lifted the cover off another dish—Banana-Steamed Carp!
