Xu Xianxiong, unwilling to admit defeat, picked up his chopsticks and pointed at the glistening, tempting braised pork, asking, "This is braised pork, right? Ningning must have known I love meat, so she made it especially for me."
Sheng Ning nodded, "This is Mao's braised pork, which is said to be a dish from President Mao's hometown."
"I know, I know," the old man said, his excitement palpable, "I heard about this specialty dish back when I was following across the grasslands. Unfortunately, conditions were tough back then, where could we get meat!"
Sheng Ning placed the last dish on the table, looking at an empty seat beside her, "Strange, why hasn't An'an come back yet?"
"Yeah! Where's An'an gone?"
"I sent her to deliver food to Grandpa Hai, it's odd she's not back yet. I'll go check." Sheng Ning took off her apron, "You guys start eating, don't wait for me."
