The next day, at the Lin Mansion.
In the kitchen, Zhang Wei was busily preparing breakfast.
He didn't need to go to work now, didn't have to be a hardworking laborer, nor did he need to punch the clock every day, so his time was relatively free.
After skillfully chopping up the ingredients, he dumped them all into the porridge cooking in the clay pot and gently stirred with a ladle, beginning the simmering process.
Twenty minutes later, a pot of steaming chicken porridge was ready.
Zhang Wei finished cooking the porridge and walked to the staircase, shouting upstairs, "Little girl, breakfast is ready~"
"Who are you calling 'little girl'?"
Upstairs, an impatient voice of a girl could be heard.
Zhang Wei ignored the impatience and continued, "I've made chicken porridge, come eat while it's hot, or it'll get cold!"
Although Zhang Wei's cooking couldn't compare to that of some chefs, he made home-cooked dishes, and the taste was assuredly decent.
