"It smells amazing."
Li Fan was fanning the flames with a pu fan while savoring the aroma from the clay pot.
Xiao Bai, the little white cat, was also standing by his side, with eyes full of anticipation, meowing.
Big Black Dog lay to one side, wagging his tail, with a longing look in his canine eyes.
"Don't be anxious, I'll give you a chicken leg later."
Li Fan smiled and rubbed Xiao Bai's head, saying, "Been craving meat during this time, haven't you?"
"Little Li, is the chicken stew ready?"
At that moment, an elderly voice rang out. Li Fan looked up to see Elder Zhao, carrying two bottles of liquor, walking out from the house and chuckling:
"Come, join the elder for a couple of drinks."
Li Fan smiled and said,
"Alright."
The liquor was already set on the table; Elder Zhao poured some for Li Fan, who stewed the chicken until it was perfectly tender before he took it off the stove and brought it to the table.