As soon as the fried vegetables came out of the pot, Song Zhiwei took a plate and left a portion for Li Xiangfeng. She opened the lid of the soup pot. The delicious taste almost made her mouth water. She took a deep breath and Jiang Siyu tried it with chopsticks. I poked it and found that the chicken had been stewed until it was soft and ready to eat, so I turned off the coal stove.

He took out a sea bowl, divided the whole chicken into quarters and gave it to Li Xiangfeng to ...