In the villa on West Fourth Ring Road.
Shen Guofu was half-lying on the sofa, reminiscing about the meal he had eaten today.
It was delicious.
This was certainly the most satisfying meal he had had all year.
The only drawback was that there was too little staple food; he hadn't eaten his fill.
If there had been another bowl of rice to mix with the black bean sauce from the ribs, mmm, that taste would have been absolutely wonderful.
"Shen, what kind of car are you planning to buy for Yueyue?"
The door to the bathroom adjoining the living room was pushed open.
Han Shuzhen, who had just finished using a water flosser, walked out.
The Tiger Skin Chicken Feet and black bean sauce chicken feet their daughter had brought home today each had their own merits, and both were very delicious.
What satisfied her most, however, was the rich, gelatinous texture, full of collagen to keep the skin elastic.
