In the heart of the bustling kitchen, Xu Feng stood proudly, his hands resting on his waist to support his round belly At this point, he felt like it was getting heavier and heavier each second.
His stance was confident, his posture determined, yet there was a softness to his expression and a calm that surrounded him.
Someone had woken up on the right side of the bed this morning, and it showed.
Despite the slowing pace of his jam making adventures, Xu Feng's kitchen remained an ignorable space in Blooming Courtyard. There was a constant stream of sweet smelling aromas coming from this kitchen.
All the martial artists under Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang(?), as well as Xu Feng's people, Xu Si, Xu San, and Xu Hu Zhe, and of course the three masters of the estate had all had a taste of the jams, and a few sips of the new fruit wine.
