Master Qian really wanted to eat sweet potato vine!
He had it last night at Song Tan's house.
That old fellow, Song Youliang, the older he gets, the purer his cooking skills become. He picked tender sweet potato vines, broke them into small pieces, and stir-fried them with garlic and chili peppers, making the dish refreshingly crisp and spicy, you wouldn't believe how well it went with rice!
As for the older vines, not a single one was wasted—they all went to feed the pigs!
Those green vines being chopped up right before his eyes was almost like they were chopping up his heart!
How could Master Qian stand it!
He was about to shout out loud that he could pickle the sweet potato vine, but that dark-skinned young guy named Zhang Yanping was no good-hearted person. As soon as he heard that the old vines had to be broken into pieces and peeled to be tasty, he immediately said they weren't short on vegetables, only good pork.
In the end, all those vines were destined for the pigpen.
