After the dishes were served, everyone stared dumbfounded at the more than a dozen dishes on the table, their colors bright and vibrant.
"Is this... this... is this done by Xiao Jin's wife?" A sister-in-law exaggeratedly sniffed, seduced by the tantalizing aroma, and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.
It was a purely natural response, yet it came with a conspicuous gurgle, and the sister-in-law immediately felt embarrassed.
A blush rose on her dark cheeks, "Well, the dishes made by Xiao Jin's wife are just so fragrant."
No one laughed at the sister-in-law, because the others were not much better than her.
Many of the dishes on the table were unfamiliar to them, and even if they were familiar, they had never smelled so wonderful before.
The group of rough men were even more straightforward, their eyes practically glued to the plates.
Du Jian swallowed several times in succession and hurriedly moved his stool closer to the dining table, giving up the game of chess.
