Tang San filled in the last shovelful of dirt, raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then turned back. "I'm done over here. Are you finished on your end?"
"I'm done too."
Dai Mubai tamped down the ground beneath his feet and glanced around, unable to help nodding. "Many hands really do make light work. We got it done in no time."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
Oscar tossed aside his shovel and looked toward the kitchen. Catching the drifting aroma, his throat bobbed. "Let's go! My stomach's already growling!"
Before long, everyone finished cleaning up and headed to the kitchen.
But the moment they stepped inside, the sight before them caught their attention.
Xiao Tianyang stood with his back to them, an apron around his waist and a headscarf tied around his head, tossing food in the wok before the stove.
The aroma of ingredients being stir-fried burst forth, intoxicating them.
What was more, nine servings of food had been placed at the nine seats around the long dining table.
The meal was somewhat Japanese in style: a bowl of white rice, a bowl of seafood soup, a plate of hamburger steak and a fish, along with a small serving of salad.
Saber, who had arrived at the kitchen early to help, stood behind a table and arranged nine plates in a row.
Suddenly, Xiao Tianyang turned around. The food in the wok seemed to come alive, leaping out on its own before landing soundlessly on the plates amid everyone's astonishment, without spilling even a drop of sauce.
"Are you all done?"
Xiao Tianyang smiled and stopped what he was doing. "Perfect timing. I just finished too."
The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Wu moved first. She immediately rushed to the dining table, picked up