A pungent, spicy aroma wafted out from the kitchen. Xia Nu, who couldn't tolerate spicy food, had already shrunk away timidly, her sensitive nose unable to handle such a bracing smell—it made her quite uncomfortable.
But for those who loved spicy food, this aroma was exactly what roused their appetites—it teased the palate, making one's mouth water, leaving an irresistible urge for more.
This was the "Poached Fish" Aunt Zhang had made based on Shen Hao's description, a dish with the right balance of sour and spicy. Shen Hao had always been fond of it, and after more than eight years, tasting this familiar flavor again left him overwhelmed with emotions.
He could only heap praise on Aunt Zhang's culinary skills.
