When Chen JianShe heard the call for dinner, his eyes lit up. Without a second thought, he ran to the table and sat down.
Leng Yuan finished up the last of his work before washing his hands and entering the kitchen.
Although he had a reserved personality and a calm expression, his movements as he washed his hands had clearly quickened.
Leng Yuan knew Gu Jiaojiao was afraid of getting burned, so upon entering the kitchen, the first thing he did was carry the meat-and-skin broth she had made to the table.
The kitchen Leng Yuan had built was quite large. It had an inner room with two doors—one connecting to the kitchen, and another that could be opened directly from the outside.
Inside were stored pots, bowls, ladles, and basins.
In the summer, they ate in the courtyard. In the winter, they moved to the small room next to the kitchen to have their meals.
The space wasn't small; if they squeezed in, it could seat eight people.
