The steamed pork rice flour that wrapped the outermost layer added Q-elasticity to the meat's surface, which was also delicious.
The outside was bouncy, the inside fresh and tender, bursting with soup in one bite.
That feeling, indescribably delicious, the soup was rich, suiting the family's taste, numbingly spicy.
It was potent, but not a dry kind of spicy; it was fragrant, blending perfectly with the numbing aroma.
Hmm, very fragrant, very numbing, very spicy, very fresh, Xu Niannian liked that flavor, tasty.
Indeed, her cooking skills had improved.
After Xu Niannian finished tasting, she turned to look at the others.
She was startled by their exaggerated reactions.
Jin Nanxi was scalded by the soup that burst from the steamed pork, but while she was fanning her mouth, she wolfed down more, pouting and sucking in air as her chopsticks kept adding more to her bowl.
