Who would understand, family, there's someone making duck legs look prettier right in front of me!
The thick sauce slowly glides down the duck leg, as if it's not flowing onto the plate, but directly onto my heart!
These thoughts Cheng Yang could only scream in his mind; he strongly believed that if he opened his mouth at this moment, drool would instantly flow out.
Having been hungry for a whole night and not eating anything this morning, the smell of the plum sauce used in the braised duck was already killing him. With the plum duck leg looking so tempting, it's completely understandable that his taste buds couldn't hold it.
As soon as Wang Fan finished pouring the sauce, Cheng Yang had already impatiently grabbed a disposable container, having already scanned the code and paid.
He bolted away the moment he picked up the container, as if afraid Wang Fan would ask for it back.
