Before long, Lin Wanxue finished washing the ingredients for the medicinal stew and put them into the clay pot. Su Chen added water, then set it on the stove, where the fire was already burning.
Then he started stir-frying.
For lunch, Su Chen had planned to make spicy chicken, mapo tofu, and stir-fried greens.
He had chosen the greens from the Secret Realm. Before meeting up with Bai Luo earlier, he had found a spot where the little white fox had been resting and picked quite a few there.
He didn't know what the greens were called, but he had a skill that let him tell whether they were poisonous. Since he knew these weren't, he'd picked them all to try something fresh for lunch.
He wanted to taste the local seasonal vegetables from the Secret Realm.
By the time the spicy chicken's aroma filled the air, the little white fox was already drooling. It circled the stove over and over.
Bai Luo was lying on a lounge chair. When she caught the aroma, her appetite, which had been nonexistent before, gradually began to stir.
Su Chen had lit four burners: one for the medicinal stew, one for the chicken, one for the mapo tofu, and one for the white rice.
The chicken was covered with a lid, and its meaty aroma was wafting out.
At the same time, the mapo tofu was beginning to smell delicious too.
The bright red layer of chili oil in the pot made Lin Wanxue beside him swallow hard.
She hadn't had mapo tofu in days. Seeing it now made her crave it.
Tofu cooked quickly.
As soon as the mapo tofu was ready, the little white fox tried to leap up and grab some. Su Chen swatted it away. "Ever heard the saying,