You can only smell the aroma of meat, but can't eat a bit of it, even a dog can't stand it!
Chen Mo sighed, "Forget it, when I braised beef yesterday, I made some extra. I'll give some to Uncle Youfu."
Chen Jinping pulled Chen Mo, "You give it to him, he'll give it all to the dogs, and only eat at the end himself."
Chen Mo didn't find this unusual.
Just like parents always let their children eat the best first, in Dog Commander's heart, the dogs are more important than himself, let him do as he wishes.
"It's fine, the food is clean anyway, Uncle Youfu came all the way here, we can't let him leave empty-handed, right?"
In our community, it's most taboo to do that, word would get out and people would laugh their heads off.
Chen Jinping had to nod, "As you wish."
Chen Mo ran back and scooped a big pork knuckle from the bucket, along with three pig trotters, and brought them over in a bowl, "Mom, let's have some more steamed buns."
There were plenty of steamed buns.
"Alright."
