"I can just drink the soup," Shen Xinglan laughed lightly, not wanting to lose face by gnawing a pig's trotter in front of so many people.
"Just eat."
Aunt Zhou's cooking never disappointed anyone. With foodie Jiang Li around, the plates were bound to be cleaned up.
After a satisfying meal, Jiang Li sprawled on the sofa and rubbed his belly, saying:
"I'd be so happy to enjoy Aunt Zhou's dishes every day."
But the group didn't dare to mooch off Aunt Zhou too frequently, because every time they did, Shen Xingyao would find tasks for them to do.
And these weren't any ordinary tasks; they were all rather challenging ones.
Thus, the cost of a free meal was just too high. Once in a while was fine, but they couldn't mooch off too frequently.
"Doctor Jiang, isn't it a common belief that doctors should lead a healthy lifestyle? Why are you so indulgent in gastronomic pleasure?"