Ying Jing felt especially good tonight.
The hotel room wasn't big, a far cry from those in the city center.
Occasionally, she could hear staff whispering complaints about spotting cockroaches and rats.
Yet she found comfort in her stay.
Sitting at a small desk, she was busy writing and drawing.
Ziyue assumed she was reading the script, but upon closer inspection, it looked more like a recipe.
Is there a recipe in this drama? Could the female lead be a chef?
After watching for a while, Ziyue found it increasingly familiar.
Rice noodles?
Meat sauce?
Isn't this the rice noodle shop on the street downstairs that Ying Jing frequented for several days?
"Jing Bao, what are you writing?"
"The secret recipe for the meat sauce! I'm planning to cook it for Uncle when I get home."
