The dishes smell so good, but thinking that she could only eat them once or twice, Lun Jing suddenly felt her mouth turn bitter.
Looking again at her son, his face remained calm as ever. Seeing how and with what grace he ate, she glanced at her own dusty, tattered sleeves, feeling even more dejected.
Damn! She couldn't believe he's not tempted! He fusses over his meals every day just because he's picky!
She was planning to say something more when she heard a voice beside her—
"The dishes are coming!"
Song Sancheng came over cheerfully with a tray, while Zhu Xin hastily stood up to take the stainless steel basin.
Inside were vibrant green red-mouthed green parrots, and small spinach leaves, washed and blanched whole before being added to the soup pot. Now they looked lush green without any raw taste.
Paired with slices of tender and smooth pork liver... the aroma was absolutely fresh!
Lun Jing instantly forgot everything, and like everyone around, picked up her bowl.
