By the time they reached Ning Chunchi's home, Jiang Yumiao could see the darkness thinning. Sunrise was just around the corner.
He wheeled his suitcase straight to the guest room with practiced ease, missing Ning Chunchi's hesitation as he tried to say something.
At that moment, Ning Chunchi bitterly resented having so many rooms in his home.
Jiang Yumiao changed into his pajamas, flopped onto the bed, and was out cold.
He slept from early morning until almost evening, only stirring when the aroma of food drifted into the guest bedroom.
Before Jiang Yumiao even opened his eyes, his nose twitched.
That was the smell of a beef-tallow hot pot base!
He woke up instantly. Knowing Ning Chunchi must be preparing hot pot, he quickly rolled out of bed, washed up, and rushed to the dining room.
Sure enough, a pile of fresh hot pot ingredients was already laid out on the table.
Spicy beef, lamb, aorta, shrimp paste, duck intestines, beef tripe, crispy fried pork, fish slices, an assortment of meatballs...
There were all sorts of vegetables, too.
The sight made Jiang Yumiao swallow involuntarily.
Ning Chunchi had woken up at noon. Without even bothering with work, he had gone straight out to buy ingredients.
After returning, he quietly checked on Jiang Yumiao sleeping in the guest bedroom. Only once he was sure Jiang Yumiao probably wouldn't wake up anytime soon did he head to the study to work.
Even while working, Ning Chunchi kept an eye on the time. When he figured it was about right, he put his work aside and went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.
Sure enough, the delicious aroma woke Jiang Yumiao up before long.
Jiang Yumiao went into the kitchen to help, but Ning Chunchi stopped him.
"You only have one