Shen Meng put the three types of spicy strips she had made into three clay basins, and as soon as Lu Mingkai entered the door, he was bewitched by the fragrance at the entrance. Soon after, footsteps sounded again from behind.
Lu Mingyang, Lu Mingliang, and Lu Mingfang all stood salivating at the kitchen door, and even Zhenping slowly made his way over, his eyes fixed on the clay basins on the table.
"What are these, Mom?"
"These look delicious, Mom, what kind of delicacy is this? I want to try a piece."
"I want to eat it."
Before Shen Meng could answer, Lu Mingkai already stretched out his hand. Unlike his siblings who would ask first, he would act while asking. Sometimes his hand was even faster than his mouth.
