Only three people ate dinner today. Yu Xiaomin and Qiáo Xīnyǔ had just returned from fieldwork, and Xu Qinghuan had already prepared the meal. She cooked noodles in a rich bone broth, topped with vibrant red tomato slices and crisp green vegetables, with a poached egg for each bowl.
The sweet and sour pork tenderloin was tangy and appetizing—just the flavor from Shen City—and the three of them ate until they were sweating profusely.
After finishing, Qiáo Xīnyǔ stroked her rounded belly and let out a long sigh. "Huanzi, it's such a pity I'm not a man."
Chapter 65