"Host, host! It's ready! I can smell it from here!"
"Host, if you keep cooking it, it’s going to burn!"
"Open it, open it, hurry!"
"It smells so good!"
Susan and Ruila were already used to the fragrance. Hobson, who was still prepping ingredients, paused, clutching his stomach in discomfort. As if sensing his thoughts, his belly let out a long, loud rumble. His face went stiff, and his hands froze. He couldn't help but glance at Ling Miao and the others out of the corner of his eye. Fortunately, the three of them didn't seem to notice his predicament. Hobson breathed a small sigh of relief and pulled his stomach in tight.
However, the aroma wafting from the pot continued to assault his senses, clouding his usually clear mind. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his saliva, and he went back to prepping in silence.
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