No one was to be seen when calling for help, but by the time dinner was served, Father Lu and Uncle had both returned, except Jiang Nanzhou came a bit later.
Aunt deliberately waited until almost seven o'clock to accommodate his schedule before she took the pot off the stove.
The lamb had stewed in the pot for three to four hours and was soft and tender when taken out, and the pot was full of lamb meat.
Aunt regretted, "It's a pity that we don't have lamb bones and offal. If we had these two things, the lamb soup would be even tastier."
In front of her family, Jiang Nanzhou was quite the smooth talker, hurriedly praising, "Aunt's lamb soup tastes better than that of any other state-owned restaurant."
Lu Jingqiu, hearing this, lowered her head and stifled a smile. The craftsmanship of the chef at the state-owned restaurant they had eaten at near the new house the other day was indeed better than Aunt's.