This girl, always finding something to complain about him! Lao Fan huffed in annoyance, flipped his mustache, and marched out of the kitchen. Yet, as soon as his figure vanished, he sneaked back, hiding by the kitchen door, greedily sniffing the air—unable to eat, the smell alone would suffice.
With two more guests at home, just serving boiled fish wouldn't be enough, so Lin Yuan hurried to grab the basin of clean river snails, planning to stir-fry them. Today's dishes were all spicy, tasty, and perfect with rice. She had been worried that Lin Jiaxin's leg injury meant he couldn't eat spicy foods, but Lao Fan had mentioned that the spicy dishes would help dispel his dampness. Since Lady Liu had already satisfied herself with fish soup soaked rice, and everyone else could handle their spice, Lin Yuan wasn't concerned.
