Mr. Li didn't respond but reached out and tapped his old friend's shoulder and pulled him into the house with a smile.
Li Xianglu entered the kitchen and saw a very advanced kitchen for that era.
It was a row of white tiled counters, with a sink on the far side, three cabinets above, and an iron rack below.
Closest to the window was a gas stove, with dual burners.
At the moment, the counter was arranged with a plate of sliced cabbage, glass noodles soaking in a ceramic dish, and a fish, quite a rare sight.
Li Xianglu glanced at the meat on the counter and said to the woman nearby with a smile, "Aunt, could you help me cut the meat into pieces, and do we have any brown sugar at home?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out a small porcelain jar from the cabinet below and said, "We don't use brown sugar often, just this much, is it enough?"
