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The pork trotters had been simmered to perfection—the meat was wonderfully tender and the broth was rich and flavorful. On the side, the plate of greens glazed in oil was crisp and fresh. Zhuang Zhuang inhaled the aroma wafting from the dishes on the table. "It smells so good."

Xiaoguo placed a piece of pork trotter into his bowl. "Eat more if it smells good."

Zhuang Zhuang nodded. "I love Mother's cooking. I will definitely eat more."

As the mother and son talked, the candlelight shone on their faces. The scene was warm and cozy.