When the fatty pork cubes were sautéed in the pot, the whole kitchen was filled with a domineering aroma.
Zhang Yanping was holding his phone, glancing at the live stream while drooling.
But the incident last time where the braised pig trotters were eaten before they were fully cooked made Seventh Uncle very cautious. At this moment, he shifted his body to block the view.
It was Qiaoqiao who exclaimed, "Oh no, the phone is blocking the view."
Even just for a moment, the live stream chat went wild.
[Let me see, let me see! I'm drooling, let me drool first, drooling until I'm senseless and carefree!]
[I don't like eating fatty meat—slurp, slurp, slurp!]
[Do you use fatty pork cubes? Here we use salted meat!]
[Ahhh, I'm craving it so much I'm rolling around in bed! Honestly, if you've never had a pig feast, you simply don't know what this tastes like.]
[Hmph, so what if you've tasted it? You keep bragging about it since New Year's, yet you still drool like us.]
