"Da Han, the pork from your family is delicious, it doesn't have that gamey smell."
Gu Ruinian praised the pork sent by Gu Dahuan as he ate, juice running down his chin.
Since he had satisfied his craving at Fengle Building at noon, he hadn't tasted the meat properly. In the evening, with an empty stomach, he could savor this bowl of meat slowly.
I have to say, the meat from Gu Dahuan didn't have that strong gamey smell that won't go away no matter how you braise or stir-fry it at home.
Gu Dahuan didn't reply, instead, he pushed the meat towards Mr. Gu and Mrs. Gu.
Gu Ruinian was a bit surprised.
This Gu Dahuan was meddling with the meals at the old house.
"Grandpa, Grandma, this meat is a tribute to you." Gu Dahuan said.
Mr. Gu initially didn't want to eat it, but couldn't resist the aroma, so he picked up a piece and ate it.
