When Suoliya woke up, it was just noon.
After a good sleep, the dark circles under his eyes had faded until they were almost invisible. Clearly, he had slept soundly and comfortably.
Facing the breeze and basking in the warm sunshine, Suoliya felt a surge of poetic inspiration and began reciting verses to the fields and stream.
The beautiful, rhythmic lines drifted into the kitchen. Busy inside, Zeng Mu could not help sharing in the sentiment. He thought that the fellow really did have a gift for poetry.
Once Suoliya had indulged himself, his stomach began to growl. He walked toward the kitchen, scratched an itch on his back, and said to the busy Zeng Mu, "Huh, Nameless, didn't I tell you to just prepare the ingredients and wait for me? And who would've guessed you could cook?"
"Hey, if I waited until you got up to start, we wouldn't get a bite of cooked rice until two in the afternoon. Come help me. This is your chance to try my cooking."
Suoliya nodded and came over to the stove to assist him. After half an hour of work, a lavish lunch emerged from the pots, seeming as unreal as a circus trick.
Three Delicacies Pork Tenderloin, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, Pan-Fried Chicken Wings, Smashed Cucumber Salad, Golden Thread Baked Fruit...
A colorful assortment of dishes from all sorts of cuisines was served one after another and set on the wooden table. Once the final dish, Crucian Carp and Scallion Soup, was ready, Suoliya eagerly picked up his chopsticks and dug in.
"This tastes amazing~"
"I never knew you were such a good cook~"
"Why don't you just stay? You can be my cook and assistant~"
Suoliya kept showering him with praise as he ate. Some remarks came from