He JianShe served a bowl of rice to Xiao Long and then to Wang Tianxue, smiling, "Make do with it, don't be picky."
Wang Tianxue took a bite of the shredded potatoes first. The sourness was just right, and the potatoes were cut finely and evenly.
She had realized something, then took a piece of braised pork, and her eyes lit up.
Xiao Long couldn't stop eating over there.
"Brother He, if you say your cooking isn't good, then what I make must be pig feed. It's simply delicious."
He JianShe seemed surprised, "Really? I've always thought my cooking isn't that great. As long as you find it edible."
"It's not just edible, it's this," Wang Tianxue gave a thumbs up, "way better than my cooking."
She wasn't exaggerating. The braised pork was coated in a fragrant sauce, rich but not greasy.
The fish was fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, then simmered in spicy sauce, blending the crunchy taste with the spicy flavor, simply mouth-watering.
