The young lad could no longer maintain his composure, and sprinted down the stairs without hesitation, heading straight for the kitchen following the aroma.
In the kitchen, due to being in a hurry, Qiaoqiao didn't fire up the stove, but turned on the gas beside him. The hot water in the pot on the left was bubbling, and Qiaoqiao was putting dry noodles in it.
On the other side, Lun Chuan was also adding choi sum in order, quickly blanching the side dish, then straining it out. He poured out the water from the pot, set it back up, and waited with cold oil in the hot pot.
As Yang Zhengxi rushed in, the eggs he just cracked into the pan were quickly puffing up into large fluffy piles with a creamy yellow color, and there was already a hint of golden aroma at the bottom.
Qiaoqiao was cutting two stalks of garlic sprouts on the chopping board, and Yang Zhengxi stood at the kitchen door, momentarily frozen.
