As for how those people would react when they smelled the chicken soup, it was not within Du Yue's consideration. While Du Yue stood beside the clay pot and waited for the chicken soup to be cooked, her appetite grew. Old hen that could no longer lay eggs tasted unexpectedly delicious when stewed. When she thought of those delicious eggs, Du Yue could understand. The eggs were so delicious, so how bad could the meat quality of the chicken be?
Du Yue stared at the clay pot in front of her. If she were a puppy, she would definitely be drooling at this time. "When will it be ready?"
He Xing walked over to open the lid and scooped out some soup and a piece of meat with a spoon. "I'll try to see if it's cooked."
Du Yue stared at the chicken in his spoon without blinking. She almost said that she wanted to try it too.
