"Didn't find anything tasty?" Marsh Tunner frowned and responded.
"Oh, then I'll cook braised pork for Sir Tunner!
I promised to cook braised pork for Sir Tunner last time, but I didn't manage to do it."
"Really?" Marsh Tunner asked with surprise.
"Of course, but my cooking isn't as good as my grandmother's.
If Sir Tunner finds it too unappetizing, he can't complain to my grandmother!" Lenny said with a laugh.
"Won't complain, Sir Tunner would be thrilled!" Marsh Tunner chuckled.
Finally, Lenny borrowed the Tunner family's kitchen to cook braised pork for Sir Tunner.
Just as Mr. Tunner hadn't returned yet, in the meantime, while cooking braised pork, by the time Mr. Tunner returned, dinner would be ready.
Lenny donned an apron, washed her hands, and the cook had helped her take out the pork belly from the fridge, washed and ready for use,
then the rest was up to Lenny to prepare.
Lenny earnestly cut the pork belly into pieces.
