"The mushrooms from the neighbors, see, it's theirs." Boss Yang looked towards the bungalow in the distance.
Earlier, he was helping with the lamb stew in the yard, not noticing anything special. But once he stepped out, the overwhelming aroma of roast meat hit him.
It instantly reminded him of the terror of being dominated by egg fried rice last time.
Indeed, it's through the experience from last time that Yang Fei built some immunity. Plus, having lived this long and tasted various delicacies, his resistance to it is slightly stronger than others.
"Are mushrooms tasty?" Yang Fei wondered.
No matter how good mushrooms are, can they compare to the lamb he slices?
Yang Fei couldn't understand.
Li Shi smelled the fragrance and couldn't help but exclaim, 'Not just tasty, it's downright heavenly!'"
