This day was exceptionally leisurely, and Qiao Duo'er began cooking dinner early.
Someone had been pent up lately, so tonight would serve as compensation for him.
Uh... how did she come up with such a terrifying thought?
The soup had been stewing in a ceramic pot since the afternoon, and now she only needed to fry a batch of flaky flatbreads and stir-fry some bean sprouts. She estimated that in about half an hour everything would be ready, and by that time Tan Zhenghong should have returned as well.
As soon as Tan Zhenghong stepped into the yard, a rich aroma of meat wafted towards him.
It was a fragrance he had never encountered before—he couldn't quite place it, but the greedy worm in his belly had already begun to stir.
Tan Zhenghong put down his tools and hurriedly washed his face before diving into the kitchen.
"Wife, what delicious food have you made today? I could smell it from far away."
