After the woman ran into the house, a burnt "fragrance" drifted out.
"She's boiling cornmeal porridge in the pot," Xiao Feng said flatly.
Xue Nuofu said in surprise, "You can smell that?"
"I didn't know how to cook before, so I've drunk this kind of burnt porridge more than a few times. Smells awful, but it doesn't taste that bad."
As he spoke, the woman came back to the door and invited Xiao Feng and Xue Nuofu inside.
The furnishings in the room were very simple: a sofa and coffee table, a desk, and behind it a bookcase filled entirely with books on psychology.
Next to the bookcase there was another door, and the burnt smell was coming from there.
Right then, the woman set two cups of instant coffee she had just made down on the table.
Seeing Xiao Feng looking at the bookcase, she smiled. "They're all just for show. To be honest, I haven't read a single one of them."
After that, the two sides went through a round of introductions.
