Steam wafted around, bringing with it a cozy warmth, perfect for soothing the stomach and quenching thirst before a meal.
Su Yu also felt a slight protest from her stomach and was the first to serve herself a bowl. The sweet taste instantly moisturized her throat, like a warm stream slowly flowing into her heart.
In a corner of the kitchen, chicken stewed in a clay pot over a low flame, exuding a fragrance that was rich yet not greasy. Even the passersby outside the yard couldn't help but take a deep breath, marveling at the irresistible allure of the delicious scent.
Su Yu gently lifted the lid of the clay pot, seeing the clear broth and the chicken that was now thoroughly cooked and tender. She carefully sprinkled in a bit of salt, seasoning it just right before covering it again, turning down the heat, and allowing the rich flavors to further meld in the slow stew, anticipating the perfect presentation of that moment.
