Cooking at home was always Wang Dongxue's forte.
She usually insisted on doing it, but today she was feeling a bit tired and didn't want to move.
Fortunately, Zhu Xiuxiu was also a skilled cook. Furthermore, Ji Youran was locked in his room, and Huo Xing'Er's usual meditation spot was unavailable. So, after Zhu Xiuxiu finished her fieldwork, she also helped with the cooking. Lunch was prepared fairly quickly.
Old Lady Ji still brought out a worn bowl, filled it with rice, and heaped a few bony chicken pieces on top, asking Ji Youbo to deliver it to Ji Youran's room.
"Why doesn't Second Uncle eat with us?"
Xiaosuisui sat at the dining table. In front of her was a bowl of rice piled high with a fat chicken leg, alongside a bowl of old duck soup. Fragrant pork belly sat in the center of the table.
