Ye Chen pondered for a while before finally letting out a soft sigh, having no idea where his fate would lead him in the future.
Before long, Daigman and his grandson and granddaughter had finished preparing all the ingredients. They then added them to the hanging pot in the middle of the living room one by one and began making a hearty hodgepodge of stewed meat and vegetables.
Heated by the blazing fire pit and complemented by an assortment of seasonings, the old hanging pot soon began to give off a rich aroma amid the steam, making the two children's eyes shine and their mouths water.
Splash, splash, splash.
Seeing the thick broth in the pot covered in bubbling boils, Daigman scooped up a taste with his ladle. Then, chuckling, he announced to the children:
"Alright, it's cooked. Bring your bowls over."
Daigrick and Daigrian hurriedly held out their little hands and watched as their grandfather filled their small bowls to the brim.
Only Ye Chen remained sitting motionless beside the fire pit.
Even though the old man had already placed tableware beside him earlier, the young man still showed no intention of eating.
Seeing this, Daigman asked in confusion:
"Hm? Ye Chen, what's wrong? Is this kind of cooking not to your taste? Ah, although it certainly doesn't look like much, you should at least give it a try first."
Ye Chen smiled faintly.
"No, Mr. Daigman. I still don't feel hungry at all right now, so there's no need to mind me. Just eat."
Daigman remarked awkwardly:
"You brought us this dinner, yet you aren't eating any yourself. That makes us feel terribly embarrassed. Why not at least have a few bites?"
Daigrick loudly chimed in:
"Yeah, Big Brother Ye Chen! You haven't eaten for days! People are