There's pressure in the cooker, it's laborious to twist it open.
And the moment you lift the lid, the hot steam gushes out, making it easy to get burned.
Liu Yunong didn't stand on ceremony, stepping back a bit.
Fu Yu quickly opened the lid, and instantly a rich aroma of meat wafted out.
Everyone smelled it and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
Even Wang Yulong couldn't help but marvel, "I must say, it's been a while since I've smelled this aroma, it's fragrant!"
Liu Yunong cheerfully said, "When I was a kid, my grandpa taught me a song about stewing meat. Whenever I craved meat, I'd sing to him, and he would make it for me in the kitchen."
"A song about stewing meat?" Fu Yu became interested and curiously asked, "Master, is this song also passed down in your family?"
