Lu Ao gently picked up a pork trotter. Its skin had been stewed beforehand, making it exceptionally soft and sticky; it trembled at the slightest touch of his chopsticks.
He gently bit through the tender, flavorful skin. There was barely any fat beneath it, only tendon.
The tendon had absorbed all the flavor too. It was soft yet chewy, not mushy from having been stewed to the point of falling apart.
Perhaps because it had been grilled, this layer of tendon was pleasantly sticky as well. He had to exert a little force to tear it off and put it into his mouth.
Lu Ao narrowed his eyes as he tasted one, radiating pure satisfaction.
After finishing, he pulled out a napkin beside him and wiped his hands clean. He snapped a photo of the pork trotter, deliberately added a filter, and sent it to Song Zhou: Pork trotters that taste absolutely amazing. Want some?
Even after sending it, he was not satisfied. He deliberately added another filter and started filming a video.
He lightly nudged the pork trotter with his chopsticks. Still steaming, it quivered enticingly.
Once he was done filming, he sent the video to Song Zhou as well.
Little Du sat across from him and watched Lu Ao bite off a chunk of meat from the pork trotter in under ten seconds. In less than twenty seconds, he had not only finished the meat, but also found the time to take a photo of the trotter.
Little Du felt slightly alarmed, vaguely realizing that this guy's appetite seemed genuinely enormous.
Seeing Lu Ao finish taking and sending a photo in one smooth motion, yet still seem unsatisfied enough to add a video, Little Du could not help asking curiously, "Who are you sending that to? Posting food