Yan Jinyi pointed at the kitchen.
Leng Jing meticulously placed the fish soup in the microwave oven to heat it up before bringing it out. She had been eating very little for dinner the past couple of days due to a lack of appetite. She immediately got hungry when she smelled the fragrance of the fish.
Yan Jinyi craned her neck and glanced at the fish soup on the dining table. She said proudly, "Smells good."
"This is our family's secret ancestral recipe. You can't get it elsewhere. Quickly come give it a try."
Secret ancestral recipe!
Yan Jinyi recalled how the cook used to stew some fish soup for her and her underlings back in the Black Cloud Fortress. She would often claim that it was an ancestral recipe whenever she saw how much everyone enjoyed it.
She raised her hand to touch the tip of her nose before moving towards the dining hall slowly.
