Jiang Feng had barely stepped into the kitchen of Taifeng Building when he was greeted with a luxury supreme version of pickled vegetables, abalone, and sea cucumber fried rice, filled with Jiang Jiankang's paternal love.
Jiang Feng had been eating Jiang Jiankang's fried rice for years, but this was the first time he had seen such extravagant fried rice. Although he had already had a big bowl of bone broth noodles just before, Jiang Feng felt that with a little squeezing, he could probably fit in a serving of fried rice into his stomach.
After all, in the Jiang Family Members' theory, the capacity of a stomach is like the water in a sponge—it always has more room when you squeeze it.
