The outdoor kitchen was a twister of chaos. Archaic-looking pots and utensils lay scattered across the ground, and bamboo jars filled with spices and seasonings were strewn about in disarray.
Plates, both clean-ish and dirty, mingled in a disorganized fashion, creating an obstacle course of cooking clutter. The area designated for cleaning dishes and pots was far away, situated near a distant well—the only one in the rented home.
FengLi glanced toward the well and the large washing basin in the distance, then down at the accumulated mess on the floor. He sighed, bending down to pick up the first stack of chaos.
As FengLi's fingers grazed the cool ceramic of a discarded plate, Brother Jian entered the outdoor kitchen, his presence drawing the ger's attention. FengLi's heart skipped a beat as the taller man took in the scene.
Brother Jian was taking in the state of the kitchen, but he was taking in all of Brother Jian!
