Bai Ruozhu diced the tofu and directly threw it into the soup pot. As soon as she lifted the lid, a robust aroma wafted out. Fusa drew in a deep breath and asked curiously, "What are you stewing? Why does it smell so good?"
Bai Ruozhu smiled and said, "It's just Bone Soup. The secret is that it's been simmering for a long time." Seeing Fusa's mouth watering, she added, "Once the tofu is boiled, I'll give you a bowl to taste."
Fusa blushed, wondering if she appeared too greedy. She quickly shook her head, "No, no, I can't accept any more things from you."
"It's no issue, just a bowl of soup. It's not worth a fortune." Bai Ruozhu smiled.
Fusa didn't argue further with Bai Ruozhu. She turned to see her husband squatting and gnawing at the pancake. His eating manner was quite unattractive, which made her glare at him, was it really that tasty? It made them look greedily.