Master Sun had a bad temper and scolded everyone so badly that they huddled their heads and became as quiet as chickens.

Although he has a bad temper, it doesn't mean that he is blind. He knows what these people are thinking. But as he said, he believes in Xuan Fulang.

Master Sun knew that the reason he was able to gain a foothold in the Bai Mansion was not because of his cooking skills, but because the recipes Xingzi had given him before were effective. The young master loved those dishes, so he was able to stay in the Bai Mansion.

And those recipes were given by the young lady of the Zhao family.

The boy in the kitchen is the husband of that young lady.

"Just do your own duties well and don't always think about stirring up trouble." Master Sun glanced at everyone with a sharp eye.

Everyone lowered their heads and there was silence, with only occasional noises coming from the kitchen.

Zhang Xiuyuan is used to working in the kitchen alone. He always manages to keep things in order. At most, Zhao Chuchu and Wen Ge'er will help him light the fire.

Today, he didn't have much to cook, so he didn't need help from anyone. Besides, he couldn't reveal the bottle of water-like substance that his wife gave him.

Although he didn't know what it was, his intuition told him that it would be better not to let others know, otherwise it would cause big trouble for his wife.

Outside the kitchen, the people who had been scolded by Master Sun stopped talking and just exchanged glances with each other, glancing towards the kitchen from time to time.

Master Sun sat on a chair nearby, drinking wine leisurely. His greatest hobby in life was drinking, and he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Whenever he had some free time, he would take out the wine flask he carried with him and take a few sips.

He is responsible for three meals a day in the Bai Mansion, and he also has a lot of free time.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, looking contented. Suddenly, his nose moved, as if he smelled something. He looked towards the kitchen, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately stood up and walked over quickly. He stopped at the kitchen door, and couldn't help but look inside, even though he couldn't see anything.

The aroma was strong, wafting out of the kitchen.

"What's that smell? It smells so good."

"I smell something like chicken."

"And tomatoes and radishes, and fish..."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, took a few deep breaths, their faces salivating, and swallowed their saliva. A few people were about to head to the kitchen, but were glared back by Master Sun.

Master Sun: I, an old man, haven’t even gone in yet, and you little brats are trying to get ahead of me, huh.

"It smells really good. I wonder if you can give me some later. I don't ask for much, just some soup."

"Didn't you just laugh at me? Humph."

"Hehe, I just didn't recognize the real talent. I'll go and apologize when he comes out."

Zhang Xiuyuan was so focused on cooking that he didn't notice what was happening outside. Little did he know that the aroma spread far and wide, attracting more and more people outside. Even passers-by on the street near the kitchen stopped to look inside.

It was the first time that Zhao Chuchu asked Yuan Ge'er to add spiritual spring water to the dishes, but she didn't know that it caused a sensation. Some people even couldn't help but visit Bai's house to ask about the source of the fragrance. Of course, this is a story for later.

Considering that Bai Chu was a patient, Zhang Xiuyuan thought about it and made lighter dishes, including chicken porridge, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and white radish stewed with vermicelli.

After all the dishes were cooked, Zhang Xiuyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead. His fair cheeks flushed due to being busy, and his cold eyes and eyebrows became more charming.