He also picked a spot that seemed to have the most meat and took a big bite, expecting it to be greasy, but it wasn't at all—it was purely fragrant.
There wasn't that melting fat layer you get with pork belly, just sticky pigskin that slipped down the throat like jelly.
Feeling relieved, she continued to devour the pig's trotters, periodically taking bites of rice dyed red by the sauce. The aroma of the rice combined with the sauce and oil burst on her tongue, making each bite more addictive and appetizing.
"Chef, can I have another half serving?"
Elsa had already cleared an entire plate, licking her fingers in a state of contentment while her eyes were fixated yearningly on the stew pot on the stove.
At this moment, she noticed that the pot beside her seemed to also be filled with hot seafood soup and fish balls.
Honestly, eating so much meat was satisfying but slightly greasy.
A bowl of refreshing seafood soup might be perfect, right?
