How to Kill Your Husband on Your Wedding Night - Chapter 24
Before Sisi’s father got into gambling, he ran a braised delicacies shop.
Their backyard was fully equipped with pots and pans, and Sisi had been helping out since she was little, mastering the art of making braised delicacies.
The aroma of the seasoned broth, filled with star anise, fennel, and the rich scent of meat, seeped into every pore of my skin. The smell was so strong that even the mosquitoes didn’t bother biting me. In the kitchen, no one uttered unnecessary words.
We just worked, silently.
Of course, Sisi would occasionally remind me.
“The heat’s too high. It’ll get tough. You have to take it slow.”
“Got it.”
“Frozen meat is fine, but you need to add more flavor. The key is to clean it thoroughly.”
“Understood.”
Through the curling smoke and steam, our eyes met. Sweat clung to our faces, glistening and trembling.
Like tears, stubbornly refusing to fall.
