C125 Ming Shuang's Worry

"Beep!"

The indicator light on the rice cooker flicked to green, and Zhou Ming lifted the lid of the stew pot to check on the dish's progress.

An enticing aroma filled the air, making Su Yanfei, who was just outside the living room, gulp down her saliva. Already famished, the smell was such a tease that her stomach began to grumble in protest.

Unable to withstand the allure of the scent