An hour and a half later, the final dish—stewed chicken with mushrooms—was brought to the dining table.
The entire living room was filled with rich aromas as plate after plate of visually stunning and fragrant dishes were served.
Xiaoliu stood on a stool, clutching the edge of the dining table and staring longingly at the head of the boiled fish in spicy broth. Under Ye Chuqing’s "benevolent yet murderous" smile, however, it didn't dare make a move.
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