Geng Lu struggled to resist the urge to swallow her saliva. Why did it smell so good?
Xue Yuantong's cooking was far more fragrant than her mother's.
Just as Xue Chuchu put down a large plate, Xue Yuantong brought over another one, also filled with crayfish. There were too many shrimp to fit on just one plate.
Geng Lu realized that she should follow to the kitchen to help serve the dishes, while Jiang Ning sat on the square stool like a lord.
Xue Chuchu brought out another dish—chickpea pancakes. Well, a small portion, just half a chicken.
10 jin of shrimp sounded imposing, but in reality, there was very little meat, maybe only a couple of pounds. If we're talking about filling up four people, it definitely wouldn't be enough.
Especially since Xue Yuantong and Xue Chuchu had hearty appetites.
Looking at the chickpea pancakes on the table, Jiang Ning smiled knowingly. He remembered last year, the first time he had eaten at Xue Yuantong's house, Aunt Gu had made this dish.
