The small courtyard where Zhao Ya and Zui'Er now live inside the Martial Arts Hall originally had no kitchen.
But Xu De knew his sister-in-law's special hobby, so he had the household servants buy a complete set of kitchenware and brought it over.
Regarding this, Zhao Ya once joked that no matter where Zui'Er goes, there must be a kitchen by her side.
The two of them went into the kitchen, Zui'Er lifted the pot lid, and a waft of aroma hit their noses.
"How is it, smells good, right?" Zui'Er said with a proud face.
"Yes, it does smell quite nice."
Zhao Ya was also a bit tempted.
Lately, to free up more time for practice, Zhao Ya hadn't eaten regular meals, relying on jerky and insect eggs to supplement the necessary nutrients.
Although doing this had no real issue, humans eventually need to eat proper meals; if nothing else, only eating jerky would make his mouth taste bland in less than three days.
Zhao Ya felt just like that right now.
