As the sky just brightened, the sound of sizzling pans emerged from the kitchen, and an aroma wafted out of the kitchen window with the breeze. The Mountain Dog Haha was already waiting, pacing around incessantly in the kitchen.
Aside from the drooling Mountain Dog Haha, Yang Lele stood nearby, staring intently at the meat in the pan with wide eyes.
He used to think having one meal a day was quite enough. But ever since tasting Huai Ye's cooking, even three meals a day weren't sufficient. Just looking at the braised pork in Huai Ye's pan made his mouth water continuously.
"Huai Ye, I really admire you, not only beautiful but also great at cooking."
"Hehe, it's no big deal. I've only received seven or eight tenths of my adoptive father's true teachings; if I had all ten, you'd die of hunger for sure."
"I knew you were amazing. Can you let me try a piece? Look at my belly; it's almost flat from hunger."
