"Wang Aunt, how long have you been here?"
Drum Alley.
Not just a symbol of wealth in the courtyard houses.
Jiang Chen skillfully wielded the spatula, stir-frying the vegetables while asking.
Firewood stove.
Even in the countryside, it's rare to see these now.
But the meals cooked on such stoves have a delightful aroma.
"I can't quite remember."
Wang Aunt.
The woman who helps look after Lan Peizhi's house, managing such a large place all by herself.
"Can't quite remember? It must have been at least ten years, right?"
Jiang Chen casually responded while tossing the greens in the pan gracefully.
Actually, cooking big dishes is simple.
The real test of culinary skills often lies in the small dishes.
Children from poor families learn to be independent early, and Jiang Chen, with his grassroots background, had been cooking since middle school, occasionally frying some egg rice for himself. Though he hadn't cooked in a long time, his skills hadn't rusted.
