When the rice is almost done, put the side dish on top of the rice, relying on the residual heat to warm it up.
"Mom, is this, is all of this ours?"
The steaming, fragrant braised pork, and the white, piping hot rice made Xiao Bao's mouth water uncontrollably.
He uttered a muddled question, his beautiful phoenix eyes filled with expectation and disbelief.
"Yes, from now on, all of this is ours!"
Ms. Hetian was intentionally vague, letting Xiao Bao mistakenly think that all these were supplies found in the donkey cart.
The space in her mind was too extraordinary; even Ms. Hetian herself didn't know how it came to be, how long it would last, or if there were any dangers, so naturally, she didn't dare to expose it to others.
It's not that she didn't trust her own son, Xiao Bao, but she was afraid of bringing danger to him!
All the unknown things, until Ms. Hetian had complete control over them, she wouldn't easily reveal.
