Zhou Li made the fire burn fiercely.
Zheng Zhilan was stir-frying energetically. Because her vision wasn't the best, Qinghe stood beside the stove to offer her some assistance.
Stir-frying in the large cauldrons of the rural kitchen created loud noises. The aroma of the food was rich. The sound of the spatula scraping against the pot—CLANG AND BANG—could even be heard by the neighbors. With the smell of food wafting over, one would feel hungry even if they weren't.
Brother Nan was still bragging to Zheng Zihao. By enriching the details of her stories, she had convinced the five-year-old Zheng Zihao that she had once become Ultraman, fought valiantly for five years, and that everyone would have the opportunity to become Ultraman by the age of ten. Not only Zheng Zihao but also Tuanzi, nestled in Zhou Li's arms, listened with glittering eyes, completely engrossed.
Being Ultraman was truly not easy.
