When the simple yet fragrant braised pork rice was served on the table, Huo Tingzun was already impatiently holding a knife and fork.
Seeing that it was braised pork rice, he paused: "I don't eat this kind of commoners' food..."
Xiao Bailu rolled her eyes: "Eat it if you want."
She held a white porcelain bowl herself, eating quickly in big bites.
Seeing that there wouldn't be any left if he didn't eat soon, Huo Tingzun hurriedly put down the knife and fork, switched to a spoon, scooped a big spoonful of braised pork with white rice, and started eating.
After swallowing one mouthful, he took a deep breath.
This woman's cooking truly has a sort of magical charm. No matter how unappetizing or bad the ingredients look, like this braised pork where each piece of lean meat has a small bit of fat, once you take a bite, it's irresistible.
Huo Tingzun continued eating mouthful after mouthful, soon clearing away the braised pork and rice.
"Is there any more?"
