Zhou Zongbao arrived huffing and puffing, drawn by the aroma, ready to catch Gu Changsheng red-handed for eating alone.
By the time he reached Dong Lei's private kitchen, Gu Changsheng and Little Meat Bun were already eagerly guarding a large pot.
In one word, Gu Changsheng was genuinely hungry. She had only had a few fried radish balls for breakfast before Uncle Song interrupted, and now it was nearly noon—heaven knew she was starving!
Gu Changsheng's stomach rumbled, and Little Meat Bun was sniffing the meaty fragrance emanating from the pot, his nose twitching.
"Mommy, it smells so good! Those two chickens look nice. They must taste great..." His drool was nearly dripping.
Gu Changsheng laughed and playfully tapped his little nose. "Look at you drooling all over yourself. Have we ever run out of food at home? You insatiable little cat, Aunt Lei will get you a big bowl in a bit!"
