Kelp and rib soup was especially delicious.
Those who wanted to gnaw on bones gnawed on bones, and those who liked ribs gnawed on ribs.
Yun Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, picked kelp to eat. Now that it had been stewed for two hours on a wood-fired stove, it was soft and glutinous, and tasted very good.
"Eat the meat." Why did the wife like to eat these vegetables but seem not to like meat that much?
Previously, the wife didn't like to eat fat, but the ribs were all lean meat.
"Those intestines, hearts, and lungs can be braised with spices or stir-fried before being stewed in a red sauce," Mrs. Zhao said while eating, afraid they wouldn't know how to cook these things. She continued speaking to Yun Xiaoxiao, her eyes drifting towards her youngest son, who was serving ribs to his wife.
Having spent the whole day with the young wife, looking at her face which was even more beautiful than a maiden's, it really was no wonder why her youngest son cherished her so much.