Huo Jiu picked out the main ingredients for rice noodle rolls from the refrigerator. After thinking it over, he took out another piece of pork, scooped out a bowl of flour and a bowl of glutinous rice, and prepared to make some glutinous rice shumai as well.
"Morning~" Diwu Ling had just stepped through the door after his morning run when he caught the rich, savory aroma.
It was a complex scent created by different foods blending together. It drifted and spread through the cold, empty room, and its steaming fragrance instantly dispelled the peculiar chill and loneliness of living alone in a villa.
Diwu Ling sank into it, suddenly feeling as though his soul had been soaked in a warm spring, gently rippling in comfort. Not only his internal organs, but every pore on his body seemed to relax.
The tangible warmth.
"What are you standing around for?" Huo Jiu had finished the rice noodle rolls and shumai, and had even simmered a pot of shrimp and vegetable congee. Carrying two bamboo steamers of shumai into the dining room, he spotted Diwu Ling standing blankly in the living room at a glance, with no idea how long he had been rooted there.
"Go bring over the rice noodle rolls and congee," Huo Jiu instructed. "Remember to wear gloves. Don't burn yourself."
Only then did Diwu Ling respond. He obediently went into the kitchen.
Two steamers of shumai, two servings of rice noodle rolls, a large pot of shrimp and vegetable congee, and Huo Jiu had even tossed together a vegetable salad. "That should be enough, right?"
Diwu Ling looked at the dazzling spread of food on the table without saying anything.
Huo Jiu raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you think this still isn't enough?"
This was breakfast! Was