It was nearing dusk, and after everyone packed up their belongings, they started to make a fire to cook.
The one in charge of cooking was Yang Chengche, also a relative of Yang Zhenshan's grandchildren.
Yang Chengche lost his mother at a young age and depended on his father. He took over the kitchen at home when he was very little.
Even after he got married, he remained the chief cook in the family.
However, his family was not wealthy, and a skilled wife is helpless without rice; despite his good culinary skills, there was no place to showcase them.
But today, Yang Chengche finally had the opportunity to show off his cooking skills.
A dish of stir-fried chicken was brought to the table, and Yang Zhenshan couldn't help but sniff.
"This aroma!"
He couldn't resist and grabbed a piece of chicken with his chopsticks first.
The meat was tender, stewed perfectly, slightly salty, and very much to his taste.
How should I put it?