No one knows why his strength makes him tanned.
Song carried a large black pot, rolled up his sleeves, and cooked meat. The broth was thick and white, its aroma rich but not greasy. While he cooked, he taught Sisi, who was watching intently by his side.
Seeing Yu Ziqing appear, Song laughed heartily like a native of Jinlan Mountain and gave a loud shout.
"Young master is back, quick, notify everyone, it's time to dine, it's time to dine, and I just cooked a big pot of soup."
"Lamb soup?" Yu Ziqing glanced at the large black pot.
"I don't eat lamb, not auspicious; this is fish from the East Sea, it just looks like a beast."
"Give me a bowl first, I'll taste it for you."
Yu Ziqing held a bowl, standing nearby. The people around him quietly prepared for the feast, leaving space for Yu Ziqing and Song to talk.
"I see you seem restless, you're even teaching Wu Shuangge.
How about this, I've found a job for you; it matches your skills perfectly, why don't you give it a try?"
