The next morning, Zhao Guo'an arrived early at the villa where Xiao Feng was staying.
He placed a large pot on the gas stove, added water, lit the fire, executing the whole process with extreme skill.
Taking advantage of the time waiting for the water to boil, he walked to the kitchen to rinse the rice, preparing to cook a pot of millet porridge.
This made Xiao Feng somewhat surprised: "Old Zhao, are you really planning to switch careers to become a chef?"
In his view, when there were originally just four or five people, it was understandable for Zhao Guo'an to be willing to be the head chef.
But now suddenly there are twenty more mouths to feed, and the fact that he's still happy about it seems a bit peculiar.
Unless you truly love this line of work, otherwise, you'd probably have already flipped out by now.
