Mu Xingye watched her as she grabbed the chopsticks like a little gluttonous cat and held a piece of meat up to her mouth.
"Why does it smell so good! It's so delicious! What kind of meat is this?"
"Chicken wing, boneless," Mu Xingye responded softly.
Xia Pengpeng looked at the dish and seemed to realize that it indeed was chicken wings, which he had deboned and stuffed with some vegetables. After being pan-fried to a golden crisp, he had thickened it with gravy.
With one bite, the meat was fragrant and tender, and a savory juice spread in her mouth, the crispness of the vegetables cutting through the greasiness. Just eating this dish alone wouldn't make one feel sick of it!
"I want more."
Mu Xingye fed her another mouthful.
While chewing, Xia Pengpeng pointed at another dish, "I like this one too! You made it the other day."
Mu Xingye affectionately ruffled her hair, "The rice isn't ready yet, and you're about to finish all the dishes."
"Next time, you have to make more."