Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Mother He was a lady with gentle features and someone who would deliberately talk slower and softer in front of youngsters to make them feel more comfortable. Within a few exchanges, she had already earned the heart of Shang Jing and scaled to the top of his list as one of his most loved female elders.
Moreover, as the cooking process gained traction, with Mother Cen giving out step-by-step cooking instructions on cooking and Mother He, Shang Jing and Xiao Zhuang learning on the side and assisting when required, there was no opportunity for Shang Jing to feel nervous.
After all, it was easier to foster closer relationships through shared experiences.
Two hours flew past in the blink of an eye. By 11.30AM, Zhuang Qin and Shang Jing were already out of the kitchen arranging a fruit platter and mixing condiments.
Shang Jing was previously taught some aspects of it at Aunt He’s house, and also had a hand in arranging food after watching the video on transforming Shaxian street food into Michelin three stars cuisine, so these tasks were nothing out of his level of capability.
After they were done, the two men sat down on a chair to rest.
Zhuang Qin whispered, “I feel so nervous!”
Shang Jing: “Auntie Chen is so skilled! No wonder Cen Feinuo can cook so well.”
Zhuang Qin: “Their ancestor seem to be a royal cook in the palace so everyone in their household is well-versed in cooking.”
He was previously worried about being scorned upon for being a kitchen idiot but Cen Feinuo had assured him that it was no necessary to have so many cooks in the family.
Zhuang Qin took out his phone to take a photo of the decorated dining table as momento and sent it to his mother. After all, this was He Jiang’s house and something similar might not happen again.
Shang Jing looked at the photo. Thinking it had captured the atmosphere well, he requested, “Can you send a copy of that photo to me too?”
Soon, his phone vibrated and a few notifications appeared.
Photo. Photo. Photo.
Just before he clicked on the notification to open the photo, he noticed the or
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