"Meat sauce?" Upon hearing that the meat sauce was homemade from Jiang Xia's family, Wang Gang's expression clearly showed some disappointment.
What couldn't they eat in the county town? They could occasionally dine in a good restaurant. Could homemade meat sauce really taste better than restaurant dishes?
Jiang Xia must have sensed Wang Gang's thoughts. Instead of hastily promoting her meat sauce, she took out a half-eaten jar of it from her basket in the same manner.
"Uncle Wang," she said, "this jar of meat sauce was saved for lunch to be eaten with steamed buns. If you don't mind, you can try it first."
Not wanting to seem rude, Wang Gang accepted the offered jar. As soon as he opened the lid, an enticing aroma of meat wafted to his nostrils.
He was surprised. He had never smelled such fragrant meat sauce before. Just the aroma alone was enough to whet his appetite.