The preparation of braised pork ribs is quite meticulous; the ribs should be crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, oily but not greasy, and brightly colored to be delicious.
Jian Yufei's family all love this dish.
Of course, her mother likes it too.
Nangong Xu elegantly laid the napkin, hanging it over his chest—
He said blandly, "These dishes are all Ruyue's favorites, you should try them too."
"Do you know why my mom loves braised ribs?" Jian Yufei asked with a smile.
It's because her dad loved them.
Nangong Xu's gaze turned a few degrees colder: "If you don't shut up, you can get out!"
Jian Yufei smiled faintly and stopped speaking.
She picked up her knife and fork, buried herself in eating voraciously, even deliberately making noise while eating.
Nangong Ruyue's dining etiquette was very standard; watching her eat was like appreciating art.
Jian Yufei, on the other hand, did the opposite, eating with absolutely no image.
