Before Yuan Si could figure out the most advantageous course of action, the food in the pot was ready.
Because the kitchen door was open, the aroma of stewing meat continuously wafted into the courtyard. Xiao Furen and Li Zhaohe were already so tantalized they couldn't sit still.
In the end, Li Zhaohe was the first to give in. He took a risk, peeking cautiously through the kitchen doorway.
"Auntie, is the meat done yet?" As if afraid of startling Yuan Si, Li Zhaohe spoke in a soft whisper, a stark contrast to his usual boisterous shouting.
Yuan Si snapped back to reality and glared at the person at the door who had interrupted her thoughts. "What's the rush? Your great-aunt isn't home yet." The food was ready, but with the head of the household not back, who would dare to even touch their chopsticks?
