In the kitchen, the cook Mrs. Ding and Cheng Fofo were preparing ingredients for lunch. Upon seeing Yang Ruxin enter, they hurriedly stood up and greeted her: "Miss, is there something you would like to eat?"
"Today, I'll cook the lunch," Yang Ruxin said with a smile, taking an apron. "But do let me know if there's anything you would like to eat."
Mrs. Ding was taken aback.
Cheng Fofo, however, was thrilled. She had heard from Yang Miao before that the young lady's cooking was exceptionally delicious, but she had never had the chance to taste it. Today she was going to have a feast. She quickly nudged Mrs. Ding: "Auntie, let's help out." Then, grinning at Yang Ruxin, she said, "Xinxin, I want to eat that boiled meat slices Yang Miao mentioned before."
"Sure," Yang Ruxin reached into her bag and pulled out some chili peppers. "I guarantee it'll make you crave for more."
