Dr. Hart wasn’t hungry at first, but after seeing the food, his mouth began to water.
Old Madam Ye squinted and smiled, "Not bad."
Amelia didn’t idle away. After all the dishes were in the pot, she made a few small millet egg pancakes, sprinkled chopped green onions on top, and stuck them along the edges of the pot.
It wasn’t enough to just make braised pork ribs with potatoes and eggplant. She also cut some cabbage for a salad, drizzled it with Sichuan pepper oil, and the fragrance had James turning his head constantly.
The shrimp was the last dish, cooked by Old Madam Ye. Amelia had prepared the dipping sauce. The table was full of colorful dishes, with freshly steamed buns still steaming.
Dr. Hart was tempted, but he didn’t dare pick up his chopsticks.
Old Madam Ye laughed, "Com
