The dinner took place in the backyard, accompanied by the fragrance of osmanthus trees, and everyone enjoyed their meal in a pleasant mood.
Guo Jinchen stared at the braised pork knuckle brought out by Mrs. Hui, swallowed hard, and said, "Mrs. Hui, I've been enjoying this signature dish of yours since I was a kid, haven't I? I just love your cooking!"
"That's true." Mrs. Hui chuckled as she stood nearby and said, "I still remember back in the day when you'd come to the old house to play, and before dinner, you'd always ask me for braised pork knuckle. Twenty-plus years on, and you're still eating it."
Yu Xiao'ai chimed in with praise, "Everything you make is delicious, Mrs. Hui. I especially love your steamed pork with rice flour."
"Knowing how much you like it, I made it especially for you." Mrs. Hui beamed at everyone and said cheerfully, "Please, enjoy to your heart's content."
Everyone chatted while they ate, and the atmosphere was fantastic.