The sky gradually darkened.
The courtyard was lit up, and the kitchen was filled with smoke, with chicken soup bubbling in a clay pot.
The river crabs were cleaned and steamed, the river shrimp were stir-fried with ginger and scallions, and there was a plump bass waiting in line.
Xiang Xiu exhausted all her culinary skills to prepare a sumptuous dinner.
This greatly satisfied Zhang Yuan.
He first picked up half of the fish head that his mother liked best and then grabbed a chicken leg for himself to enjoy.
Delicious!
The young hen, only a year old, was extremely tender, stewed to the point of melting in the mouth, with fragrant flavors filling the palate.
The leftover chicken bones were not wasted and were thrown to Da Hu, who was eagerly watching from the side.
"Xiang Xiu, come and eat with us!"
Mother Zhang insisted that Xiang Xiu sit by her side and personally picked food for her.
