Xiao Tianze stood at the door of the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly cooked braised pork ribs in his hand. The meat is fragrant, the sauce is rich in color, and the meat on the bones is stewed just right, falling off naturally with the slightest touch. He spent a full two hours making this by himself according to the recipe left by his grandfather. He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and opened the restaurant door. There were three people sitting at the dining table. In the middle is Xiao Yuanshan, the old man of the Xiao family. He is in his seventies but energetic. His eyes like a falcon are staring at the newspaper in front of him. On the left is uncle Xiao Zhenguo, wearing a crisp suit, holding a tea cup and blowing slowly. On the right is his sister - Xiao Ruoxue. Wrong. It should be said that it was the woman who called herself Xiao Ruoxue.
