Wei Anning put down the fork and was just about to stand up when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a man walking out of the kitchen. She froze in place instantly.
Leng Youchen was wearing heat-resistant gloves, carrying a steaming clay pot. The aroma of Angelica Black Chicken Soup filled the dining room as he placed the pot on the table and turned back into the kitchen.
Wei Anning looked up and saw the bubbles still rising in the clay pot, as if it was still simmering. The fragrance made her mouth water, and she swallowed hard.
She thought to herself that she needed to show some backbone and wouldn't let his cooking sway her.
She got up, left the dining room, picked up the backpack sitting on the cabinet, and walked out the door.
