Not long after, the kitchen was filled with fragrance. A pungent spicy smell enveloped the entire kitchen, making the originally dark and oppressive environment immediately smell like home.
Jiang Yi tried his best to recall the past.
Apart from that old man who used the kitchen, it seemed that she was the only one who used it. Qin Xi was probably the only person in the world who took the initiative to cook and was still very optimistic about it even though she knew that she would die!
Soon, the steaming rice and spicy stir-fried rabbit meat were done. After Qin Xi served it, she sat opposite Jiang Yi, as if he was not a man-eating demon but her family.
She picked up her chopsticks and picked a piece of rabbit meat for him. Then, she picked a piece for herself and stuffed it into her mouth.
