"There's no hurry." Ji Zhao waved her hand and said softly, "Mother, I think the snow outside is a little thick today, so let's postpone our plan for a day."
"Alright, Mother will listen to you!" Zhao Lanhua laughed heartily.
Ji Zhao smiled faintly and focused on making mutton and radish soup.
The mutton was fresh but not pungent, and the radish was fragrant and sweet.
The two ingredients collided and formed a bowl of delicious mutton soup.
Using the base of the mutton soup to boil the mutton and then adding a secret sauce, the taste was indescribably wonderful!
"Little girl, I have nothing to say about your culinary skills." Immortal Crane, who had drunk three bowls of mutton soup in a row, put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand with a satisfied expression and praised from the bottom of his heart.
"Senior, you flatter me." Ji Zhao smiled modestly.
At quarter past eight, Shen Yao woke up.
