192 wants to ingratiate themselves.
The braised pork knuckle was incredibly tender, the fat melted in the mouth, and the lean parts crumbled upon a bite.
The sublime flavor had just touched the palate when it instantly slipped into the stomach!
Old Master Yan gobbled down three big bites!
Fatty but not greasy, lean but not dry, delicious! He could eat an entire one by himself!
Yan Yueqing picked some green peas and shrimp for the old gentleman, "Grandpa, don't just focus on the pork knuckle, try their shrimp too."
"Sure!" Old Master Yan nodded happily, alternating bites of pork knuckle and shrimp.
Yan Yueqing thought, What did the pork knuckle ever do wrong? Why is he picking on it like that...
But seeing grandpa happy, she didn't say much.
Nobody was drinking alcohol, but Lin Qiming ordered a cup of drunken fruit juice—a beverage made with rice wine and fresh fruit that was sweet and fragrant. Drink too much, and it packed a punch.