Lin Tang washed and chopped the vegetables, and Lin Zhicheng strolled in, gauging the time.
Seeing that she had nearly finished preparing everything, he took the initiative to sit on the low stool and start the fire.
Quite discerning!
Lin Tang glanced at him and said, "Go outside once the fire is lit, it's hot in the kitchen."
By then it was noon, with the sun climbing high.
Outside, the temperature was at least thirty-four or five degrees Celsius, even hotter inside the house.
Lin Zhicheng wiped off his sweat and said with a smile, "I'll help you! Aunt, just call me if you need anything. I can do quite a bit now."
As soon as he finished speaking, seeing that Lin Tang was going to scrub the pot, he hurriedly scooped up a ladle of water from the water tank and poured it in.
Seeing that he didn't want to leave, Lin Tang shook her head and didn't insist.
She deftly finished cooking, and a bossy, mouthwatering aroma wafted through the kitchen.
