Lin Ce blinked. "Sweet and sour pork ribs—er, did no one tell you that ribs are supposed to be chopped into pieces? What is the meaning of this giant slab? And hey, there’s still blood on it!"
Lin Ce seriously doubted that Tan Ziqi had ever cooked a meal in her life. At least, however, there was one dish he recognized.
"This should be shredded potatoes, right?"
Chapter 277