Invitation from the Zhenguo Marquis Residence

Zhou Linghuai was amused by her expression. "This politician was demoted several times in his life. Wherever he goes, he can rule a place with food. In his life, he left behind 66 dishes named after him."

Yu Youyao rested her chin on her hand. "Poor brother. He's either on the way to save him or on the way to save him. He's really pitiful to have such an unreliable brother to worry about!"

When Yu Shanxin heard this, he burst out laughing. "Haha, Eldest Sister, isn't your focus crooked…"

Yu Shuang's eyes lit up. "Why don't we roast our own lamb spine later?"

Yu Lianyu and Yu Fangfei also looked forward to it.

Yu Youyao, who firmly believed that health started from young, objected. "The mutton is dry. It's nourishing to eat in autumn and winter, and it's good to clear the lungs in spring and summer to nourish the spleen. It's easy to get internal heat after eating this. Why don't we get the kitchen to make Dongpo pork?"