In the kitchen.
Rong Zhi unwrapped the lollipop in her hand, threw it into the pot, and turned on the heat to simmer slowly.
She turned on the exhaust fan, and while the medicine was cooking, sent Rong Fengmian a WeChat message. She had already told him yesterday when she returned to stay at Zhao Hecheng's place for a few days, but Rong Fengmian hadn't replied.
She asked He Songzhi, who also said he hadn't seen him recently.
Rong Zhi was a little worried.
In a place like Beijing where Rong Fengmian didn't know anyone, and with him not at home or the hospital, where could he be?
Ten minutes later, the dense aroma of the medicine filled the kitchen, and the exhaust fan couldn't dissipate the smell. Rong Zhi was used to it, but the three outside weren't.
Jiang Gujun and Rong Jiazze rushed over first.
The moment the little ones opened the kitchen door, they covered their mouths and noses, frowning, "Brother, what are you cooking? It smells awful."
