Chen Ze took a deep breath, the first Texas smoked chicken he made was probably ready to come out of the pot soon, and that made him a bit excited.
After all, it was the first Texas smoked chicken he had made, and it was a dish of reasonable difficulty; Chen Ze was a bit curious about how many points the System would give it.
Chen Ze took out his phone and glanced at the time; it was already past nine. He planned to have the Texas smoked chicken with Lafra and then go buy Betty's bread slices before opening for business.
He had promised Betty yesterday, after all, and Chen Ze did not want to be gazed at with her innocent and pitiful eyes—it was simply too stomach-churning.
"It smells so good." Lafra propped her chin, her stomach rumbling with hunger, especially after catching that scent, she felt even hungrier.
"I wonder what he's making..." Lafra caressed the ring on her finger, slightly lost in thought.
