Chapter 62: This Puppy Can Play Dead?!

Songhua Wine, Spring Water Tea.

Rural life is sometimes filled with comfort.

Xu Yang's livestream captured exactly this feeling.

The chicken and mushrooms stewing in the clay pot were almost ready; Xu Yang grabbed a small bowl, scooped some rice from the kitchen, and started eating during the live broadcast outside.

As soon as the clay pot was opened, a white mist arose hazily.

The delicious mushrooms had fully melded with the chicken broth.

He took out a piece to taste, and the flavor was indescribably nourishing.

Chicken stew with mushrooms, pork stew with glass noodles, iron pot stew with a big goose...

The regional specialties here emphasize two words, "mixed stew."

Although it couldn't make it to a state banquet, its taste was top-notch and very popular among ordinary households.

"This pot is a bit much, I can't finish it alone."

"Good thing I have two little ones."

Xu Yang said with a smile.

Today was a lucky day for the two dogs.