He lay down until seven o'clock and then returned to the kitchen.
The aroma of the bone had been cooked, and the entire room was filled with it.
He opened the lid and took a look. The soup had already turned milky white.
He closed the lid with satisfaction and took out the frying pan.
At 7:20, he knocked on the door one by one.
As soon as he got out of bed, Zhang Kun smelled the rich aroma of the bone soup.
He and Li Xu wore their clothes expectantly and walked out of the bedroom.
When they arrived at the dining table, the two of them were dumbfounded.
There was only a bowl of soup on the table; the rest were noodles.
Fortunately, Li Yong's conscience was still there. He knew to make a braised pork belly and fried a few eggs instead of clear soup noodles.
Li Yong protected the bowl of soup well, and when Ji Yuanyuan came out, he quickly greeted her, "Yuanyuan, come here quickly. Second Uncle has made you some soup!"
