Wang Zaozao quickly followed the aroma to the entrance of the kitchen on the eighth floor. Jiang Qiuqiu's group hadn't closed the door tightly after entering, so it was left ajar. Wang Zaozao gave the door a gentle push, and it swung wide open.
Once the door was open, what had been a simple aroma suddenly became much more complex.
Before, the scent was just a single, abstract idea of 'fragrance' in her mind. But now, that fragrance took on a concrete form—the savory aroma of meat, the fresh, sweet-and-sour notes of fruits and vegetables, and a hint of spice.
The alluring aroma compelled her to take two steps forward. Once inside, Wang Zaozao saw that there were probably eight or nine people in the kitchen, all gathered around a large pot.
The air was filled with the SIZZLE of oil meeting vegetables and the familiar haze of cooking. Wang Zaozao's gaze quickly locked onto the large pot. 'That must be where the smell is coming from!'
