"Good meat, keep it up, I'm rooting for you." He Wenyu came over, took a closer look, and couldn't help but praise.
Qhianqhian had a head full of black lines. Can you tell me how you can see it's good meat? Isn't all meat red?
Is this like knocking on a watermelon even if you don't know how to choose it, just for the sake of a ritual and good luck?
Knock on it so the melon knows it's a good one? A melon that hasn't been knocked is incomplete?
Praising it so the meat knows it's good meat, making it even more delicious and tasty?
Seeing Qhianqhian's strange expression, He Wenyu knew this girl was overthinking again. But... thinking a lot is good. After all, what would the world be like without human imagination?
The pot from the afternoon wasn't ready yet, but people were already lining up at the gate with containers, led by Di Jun who had wandered for so long that he was hungry again...
Di Jun looked at He Wenyu with a fawning face, "Shiliu, when will it be ready?"
