Chapter 40 Yin Miaomiao Visits

Shao Ming squatting in front of the stove was adding firewood, but his eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the flurry of knife shadows in Ran Yan's hands. Coupled with Ran Yan's cold and stern face, Shao Ming felt a tingling on his scalp and thought to himself, "Is it really necessary to be so serious about just cooking a meal?"

Ran Yan's culinary skills were complex, covering Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Su cuisine, and Western food; she had a rough understanding of each and a few specialties in all. To her, cooking was like performing a dissection—mastering every aspect with precision would undoubtedly yield results.

Seeing a crystal-clear, jade-like flower take shape in Ran Yan's hands, Shao Ming was so astonished that he even forgot to add wood to the fire.

"Add some wood," Ran Yan reminded him, as milk soup Eight Treasures stuffed chicken was still simmering in the pot, and the fire could not be allowed to die out.