The wrist-thick firewood crackled as it burned, and before long, the pot was boiling, bubbling, and wafting out bursts of aroma.
Old Sir He initially sat on the side with a cold eye, but as the fragrance grew richer, he became restless.
Lin Chuxia saw Old Sir He constantly glancing over and teasingly asked, "Master, do we still need to 'clean house'?"
Old Sir He haughtily hummed, ignoring her and pretended to watch the workers stacking the courtyard walls.
And indeed, the workers were quite efficient. In just a short while, the collapsed mud wall was cleared, and half of the foundation was dug, with workers unloading the bricks outside.
But the fragrance was only getting stronger, making him, who hadn't eaten much breakfast, start to feel his stomach grumble.
After waiting a bit longer, Old Sir He couldn't stand it anymore, "Girl, is the meat ready yet? Get two pieces for this old man first."