In the spacious living room.
The TV screen continued to play the clichéd melodramatic scenes.
Sitting on the sofa, Shu Meiling was deeply drawn into these scenes, watching intently, oblivious to the cup of coffee on the table in front of her, which had lost its warmth and become slightly cool with time. She remained focused on the unfolding plot on the television.
Suddenly…
Her nose twitched slightly, as if it caught a peculiar aroma in the air.
"So fragrant..."
A rich and intense aroma wafted like a smooth silk from the kitchen, lingering around her nostrils.
She couldn't help but swallow, her stomach giving a loud rumble.
"Whose home is cooking twice-cooked pork, it smells so good..." she murmured to herself, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards her own kitchen.
Yet she found it unlikely!
Upon hearing her words, Yang Deyi sniffed vigorously and laughed, "It definitely isn't from our house."
Don't ask why he was so certain!
