Chapter 125: Reading Over Ten Thousand Books

"Chop, chop, chop..." The kitchen knife flew across the cutting board, slicing a piece of beef into thin slices against the grain.

Yang Hui stood at the kitchen door with her mouth agape, dumbstruck.

"Sizzle~Splatter!" As the beef hit the pan, white smoke rose, and the aroma spread throughout.

"Mom! It smells delicious, what are you cooking for lunch?" Meng Qingqing, driven by her craving, came into the kitchen.

Then, there was another "wooden chicken" at the door.

"What are you two doing standing at the door?" Mr. Meng approached with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Wooden chicken" +1.

The three of them stared wide-eyed at the figure busily stirring the pot, feeling a wave of unfamiliarity.

"Is that my brother?"

"Is this my son?"

Meng Qingqing and Mr. Meng looked at each other, puzzled.

Turn up the heat, pour in the oil.

"Boom!" Flames enveloped the pan as he stir-fried vigorously, then took it off the stove!