Looking at the large pork knuckle served on the table, Han Qiwu smiled shyly.
"Alright, hurry up and eat. If you don't, you'll drool all over the place." Grandma Zuo served two bowls of rice, each topped with two spoonfuls of delicious smelling sauce.
"Hehe." Han Qiwu scratched his head embarrassedly and began eating with big bites.
It was truly delicious.
The outer skin of the pork knuckle was aromatic and glutinous. A gentle squeeze with the chopsticks would give you a large piece. When it was stuffed into the mouth and bitten down on, the rich juice combined with the unique texture of the knuckle skin made you worry if you'd swallow your tongue too. The remaining meat was simmered to perfection, trembling and melting in the mouth. Paired with a bite of rice, it instantly gave you a feeling that life's journey was worth living.
