Luo Ning quickly made another dish of pork with green beans and a stir-fried mustard hearts, and even though they were just simple home-cooked dishes, they looked incredibly appetizing.
Su Qinglan, smelling the aroma, felt even hungrier, "The dishes are ready, let's serve them and eat."
"Sure." Bo Xiangxiang smiled somewhat reluctantly.
Seeing the dishes Luo Ning made, which looked and smelled better than her own, she felt upset but couldn't show it.
At that moment, Tong Jia came in to help.
"What are you making? We could smell something delicious all the way outside, it brought out the hunger pangs." He was a host, and he had a way with words.
But indeed, a savory aroma had wafted from the yard earlier, making him very hungry.
Bo Xiangxiang dodged his question and responded with a smile, "Teacher Luo and I have finished cooking the meal, and you've smelled the delicious food."
Tong Jia chuckled, "You've worked hard."
