"Ah, it smells so good..."
The wooden lid was lifted, and an irresistible aroma wafted out, with the pieces of meat bobbing up and down in the soup, particularly eye-catching.
Following Ye Wan's instructions, Liang Jingjing poked at the meat with her chopsticks and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Wan, it's not even black anymore!"
Initially, the broth in the pot was pitch black, but now, the once pale pig ears and trotters had turned a light brown, and the broth wasn't as dark anymore.
Truly... magical!
With a gentle push, the chopsticks pierced through the pig ear with a soft sound.
Liang Jingjing, her eyes shining, removed the burning firewood from under the iron pot and took a deep breath, "Ahhhh, it smells so, so good, Sister Wan, can we start eating? My saliva's about to drip into the pot!"
"Alright, let's eat!"
Ye Wan adjusted the bamboo chair in her hands, pressed it, and sat down to test its sturdiness.
Then, she nodded in satisfaction, "Finished!"
