Knowing that people in this era treated oil like a treasure, Yao Zhi poured all the sausage, including the oil, into a small jar and handed a pair of chopsticks to her husband.
"Try it."
Fu Chen'an quickly picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. Although his tongue was burned by the heat, he was still able to taste the firm, chewy texture. It was fatty and juicy.
There was a deep, savory meatiness coming from the meat, followed by a distinct sweet-savory taste from the sugar and soy sauce. Besides these, there was also a faint floral fragrance, probably coming from the liquor.
One bite containing such deep, complex flavors was really beyond his expectations. He looked at his wife with bright eyes and exclaimed, "Wife, it's so delicious!"
"It's good that you like it," Yao Zhi replied with a smile.
