Lu Yunfeng had the housekeeper cook the rice. When he thought that it was about time, he came out, and as soon as he did, he smelled the faint fragrance of rice porridge when he was still on the second floor.
Lu Yunfeng thought he was imagining it, but as he went downstairs, the thick fragrance of the porridge didn't fade. It was very rich and pleasant, and inexplicably made one feel happy and very comfortable.
Lu Yunfeng's heart thumped. He walked into the kitchen and the fragrance was still there. The housekeeper who was cooking the porridge in the kitchen was very curious and amazed. "Young Master Lu, I've never smelled such fragrant rice porridge in my life. This smell is really superb!"
The porridge was so fragrant that the housekeeper couldn't help but want to know where the rice came from.
