After saying goodbye to Xia Wei'er and leaving the airport, Tang Yi hailed a taxi and went straight back to his villa.
"Big brother picked the perfect time to come home. Just take a whiff, doesn't it smell amazing?" The moment he walked through the door, he happened to see Fang Shan carrying a large plate of braised pork out of the kitchen.
"Delicious!" Tang Yi sniffed, and the tantalizing aroma immediately filled the air, making his mouth water. Without another word, he picked up a big piece and stuffed it into his mouth, munching with joy and muttered, "Tastes great, too, melts right in the mouth!"
"Who made this? Good skills! Nearly at the level of a top chef!" Tang Yi asked, driven by curiosity. Those living here were either like Lin Shaocong, a dead fatty who could only eat and not cook, or like Fang Bing and Fang Shan, rich kids who had everything handed to them. He couldn't imagine who would possess such culinary skills.
