The aroma of lamb wafted through the small courtyard.
Standing not far away, Chang An's face showed no signs of change, but his stomach felt a little empty. Miss Xie's cooking was truly excellent. The chicken soup from last time was particularly fragrant. Although they didn't mention it, they had been thinking about it ever since.
If it weren't for the strict rules of the master, Chang An would have gone over to take a look.
While Chang An and the others could still hold back, within the room, Cheng Yanzhao's nose and mouth seemed to have grown legs, wholeheartedly heading towards the kitchen. After sitting for a while longer, his mind wandered off, to the extent that he didn't even hear Song Xian speaking to him.
After speaking, Song Xian noticed that Cheng Yanzhao hadn't responded and looked up at him, immediately seeing his distracted demeanor.
Isn't this person supposed to have a poor appetite? What's going on today?
