Tang Ming turned around and left the room, asking Aunt Meng to bring in some warm water, and then headed to the kitchen.
There was no choice, as Lan Yanyou had been waiting a long time for him to cook fish. If rescuing Gehou wasn't so crucial, this demon cat might have exploded in anger.
"Is the Hall Master really good at cooking?"
Nuoyi stood in the courtyard, looking at Aunt Meng beside him.
Aunt Meng nodded: "Not only is he good at it, but it tastes wonderful. In the morning, he deliberately left a piece of fish in the pot for me, and that taste was just superb. I wonder if we'll be lucky enough to have some at lunch."
Sure enough, the spicy aroma wafted out of the kitchen, and just smelling it makes one's mouth water.
"It does smell delicious. Looks like today I'll have the pleasure of tasting the Hall Master's skills as well."
Guo Muye laughed heartily outside the kitchen.
