Inside the small kitchen, Fu Yunhe finally finished cooking the meal and he himself breathed a sigh of relief. If it took any longer, he was going to wonder if Yu Zeming was more interested in the food or in people.
The intensity of his gaze was even hotter than the fire beneath the pot.
"Let's eat," said Fu Yunhe as he was about to serve the food.
"No, no, no! I'll do it, I'll do it," Yu Zeming moved forward to serve the dishes, first indulging in a deep sniff, closing his eyes to savor the aroma before cautiously carrying them over to the dining table.
The three of them sat around the dining table. Yu Zeming, though eager, still did not start eating. Both he and Fu Yunhe were watching Nian Shutong.
Nian Shutong picked up her chopsticks and grabbed a bean sprout, placing it delicately on her dish.
"Let's eat."
"Ah! Great!" Yu Zeming quickly grabbed a tiger-skinned green chili, which had been fried just a short while ago, and he was nearly mesmerized by its fragrance.
