Ling Feng went back to his room to rest, and fell asleep shortly after lying down.
When he woke up, the sun was already leaning west; it was past five in the afternoon.
He quickly got up, went outside to check, and found that no one was around. Ling Feng didn't ask much, he went straight to the kitchen.
The ingredients were all ready, he just needed to take them out from the bracelet.
So Ling Feng quickly cooked up a few dishes, some stir-fried, some stewed, all very sumptuous.
After preparing dinner, he was about to call everyone back to eat when someone knocked on the door.
Using his Divine Sense, he saw that it was the landlord standing outside. Ling Feng opened the door with some confusion: "What's up?"
The landlord smiled apologetically: "Mr. Ling, what are you cooking that's so good? I could smell it downstairs."
"Uh, nothing really, just a bit of home cooking!"
Ling Feng was a bit speechless, didn't expect the smell of the stir-fry to attract him.
