The four large Poon Choi dishes were set on the table. Whatever they tasted like, at least the reds, whites, yellows, and greens made a pleasing combination.
As soon as lunchtime arrived, Father Zhuang and Granny Zhuang appeared punctually with their younger son's family, not a single person missing.
Four adults and two children came to the door. One glance revealed a dozen completely empty hands.
Huang Ling's face darkened before returning to normal.
The Old Zhuang family first made a show of looking around the house, then seated themselves without an invitation, crowding around the square table.
The four dishes on the table looked plentiful at first glance. At a second glance, the Old Zhuang family's faces fell.
Granny Zhuang forced a smile. "Ling, are there other dishes you haven't brought out yet?"
A tableful of radishes and pumpkin killed their appetites. Their whole family hadn't "mobilized in force" and "traveled all this way" just to gnaw on a few plates of radishes.
They had squeezed onto the bus with their families in tow only because Zhuang Chaoying had said there would be braised pork ribs today.
Huang Ling smiled. "It's all here. Two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. I stir-fried quite a bit of meat."
Granny Zhuang froze. Two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes?
Why couldn't she see the slightest trace of meat?
Squinting, she leaned over the serving bowls and examined them closely, scanning back and forth several times. Finally, unable to help herself, she picked up her chopsticks and rummaged through the vegetables. Only then did she discover the secret.
It had to be said that Huang Ling's knife skills were extraordinary, bordering on the miraculous.
Each strip of meat was as fine as a strand of hair. Even after shrinking in the heat,