During dinner, Xin Lin stewed a fragrant pot of lotus root and pork rib soup.
When fresh, the lotus root is moist and crisp, biting into it produces a crunchy sound without any residue.
After simmering with high-quality pork ribs, the lotus root becomes tender and mushy, both floury and sticky. The aroma of the pork ribs permeates the lotus root, making each spoonful of soup taste fresh and smooth. Drinking it at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn makes one feel much more nourished.
The large pot of lotus root and pork rib soup was quickly devoured.
Lu Yuan had worked hard on digging lotus roots and other tasks, so he managed to secure two bowls of soup for himself.
Xin Lin also set aside a small pot of soup specifically for Little Xinzhuo.
"I heard that the Seventh Prince was bullied again? And you burned Chu Miaoyun of the Yuheng Class beyond recognition?"
Lu Yuan glanced at Little Xinzhuo inside.
