Gu lu, gu lu!
Pei Ge was daydreaming while watching the soup boil. The blue flames of the stove warmed the small pot continuously.
Through the transparent lid, she easily saw the color of the soup in the pot gradually change from transparent to milky white.
The air in the kitchen slowly filled with the aroma of the fish soup.
Zhang Manhua caught a whiff of this aroma from the living room, walked into the kitchen, and found her daughter dazedly standing in one spot. She laughed and said, "You lass, don't you usually hate cooking? Why do you insist on cooking this yourself, then?"
This soup was not easy to make as it required cleaning the fish and preparing the many ingredients.
Thus, she found it strange that her daughter, who usually hated such taxing activities, was willing to go through the trouble today.
Zhang Manhua's voice pulled Pei Ge out of her anxious thoughts about Ji Ziming.
