Back at home, Li Xiaoyao pushed the door open, and a rich aroma of herbs and meat enveloped and filled the entire room.
Jiang Lichun poked his head out of the kitchen, looked at Li Xiaoyao, and said, "You came back smelling the scent of meat, didn't you?"
Li Xiaoyao ignored his teasing and asked, "Is it ready?"
"Mmhmm."
Jiang Lichun, carrying a large pot of meat and herbs, walked out of the kitchen.
In the next half hour, as the two men battled it out, two-thirds of the pot of meat was devoured.
By now, both were very full.
Today Jiang Lichun had stewed a bit too much meat; it seemed unlikely the two of them could finish it in one meal.
"Let's leave it for breakfast tomorrow," Jiang Lichun patted his belly and went into his room.
No sooner had Jiang Lichun left than Nie Xiaoqian's voice immediately sounded beside Li Xiaoyao's ear.
"Young Master, what kind of meat is this?"
