Su Yaoguang cooked braised pork, sweet and sour ribs, steamed egg custard, and also made a mushroom soup.
With these delicious dishes on the table, Zhang Zhaodi, who was used to being thrifty, felt distressed.
"Mom, Wang Shu and I earned eight taels of silver, you don't have to worry about not having enough money to spend. We'll earn more silver. Eat up, eat plenty. You've become so gaunt, you need to nourish yourself well."
She kept serving Zhang Zhaodi food, and soon, Zhang Zhaodi's small bowl turned into a small mountain.
Zhang Zhaodi lightly tapped her hand back with chopsticks, and said irritably: "Do you think I'm a pig? Eating so much. Stop serving me food, I'll get angry if you do it again."
Saying that, she divided the food in her bowl between Zhou Wangshu and Su Yaoguang, leaving only a piece of braised pork and a piece of sweet and sour ribs. The egg custard was too tender, already mixed with the rice.
