The big iron pot was stewing pork ribs, with pancakes sticking to the rim of the pot, with some bean threads and a couple of potatoes added.
As Yu Jingting returned with his characteristic swagger, Suizi was just lifting the lid of the pot, and a delicious aroma greeted them.
From his expression, Suizi knew he had accomplished his task.
He was standing at her side, hands on his hips, remaining silent. His expression was that of smugness, and he seemed to be hinting at something.
Suizi was confused about what he was thinking, she tilted her head to the side, staring at him with puzzlement.
"What have you learned at school if you can't even understand this? Little lady, show some respect for me," Yu Jingting commanded, gesturing to his face.
Oh, obliged Suizi, as she unknowingly picked up a piece of rib from the pot and fed him.
