Half an hour later.
Zhang Yiming gently rubbed his temples with one hand, looking at the two people in front of him with a somber expression.
A pot of pork rib soup had already been placed on the table.
In front of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming and Bai Yifan, each had a big bowl filled with pork ribs.
A plump white cat sprawled on the ground, gnawing on a piece of rib, making a gurgling noise in its throat.
Bai Yifan held a large piece of rib in his hand, happily nibbling on it, his mouth covered in oil.
It was so delicious that he squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
"So fragrant!"
Bai Yifan couldn't help but give Zhang Yiming a thumbs up, then continued to gulp down the ribs.
A mouthful of ribs, a mouthful of soup.
Just as Zhang Yiming described, it was fragrant and tender.
Even without much seasoning, there wasn't any gamey taste from the pork ribs.
This was probably the best braised ribs Bai Yifan had ever eaten.
