Wang Zaozao quickly followed the aroma to the door of the eighth-floor kitchen. Jiang Qiuqiu's group hadn't closed the door tightly after going inside, leaving it ajar. Wang Zaozao gave the door a light push, and it swung wide open.
Once the door was open, the once-simple aroma suddenly grew complex.
Before, the scent was just one thing: 'delicious.' But once the door opened, that deliciousness took on a concrete form—the savory aroma of meat, the fresh, sweet-and-sour notes of fruits and vegetables, and a subtle touch of spice.
The enticing aroma compelled her to take a couple of steps forward. Inside, Wang Zaozao saw eight or nine people, all crowded around a large pot.
The SIZZLE of oil meeting vegetables filled the air, along with the steam that always accompanied good cooking. Wang Zaozao's gaze quickly locked onto the large pot. 'That must be where the aroma is coming from!'
