"Yes, yes, yes, it's him, the one who loves to wear traditional Chinese clothing. I thought you wouldn't remember," Li Fugui stepped closer and said with a cheery laugh.
Granny Yu gave him a glance and then prodded the beef in the clay pot with her chopsticks, nodding slightly.
"It should be about ready, turn off the heat and let it stew."
As someone from Qingcheng who can't live without spicy food, such bland cooking was indeed a bit hard to accept, but it was the young master's wish, so it had to be done.
"Xiao Li, bring over some cilantro."
Li Fugui: "..."
He glanced at the bracken root starch soaking in the basin and shook his head repeatedly, thinking that cilantro must have been mistaken for the main dish, and the bracken root starch for the garnish.
So, while bringing the cilantro over and washing it, he complained, "Isn't this too much? Can we finish eating all this?"
