They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Food Hypnosis Chapter 107: Food Hypnosis The smell was already incredible, but the taste?

It was a hundred times better!

Nnenna marveled at how people had been missing out on such a delicacy.

“Grandpa, this is amazing!

I’ve been missing out!

How do you make these so good?” The old man chuckled.

“It’s a special recipe.

I can teach you if you want,” he offered.

She blinked in surprise.

Who just willingly shared their secret recipe like that?

The fact that he trusted her enough to offer was shocking.

“No, no, Grandpa!

You don’t have to teach me,” she waved her hands frantically.

“I just want to help cook!” He nodded approvingly.

“Alright then, let’s get started.” Right in front of her, he began preparing the dish again, moving with practiced ease, his hands swift yet precise.

He did not mind that she was watching his every move, if anything, he seemed to enjoy it.

The old man’s hands moved with a practiced rhythm, each motion deliberate, each cut, stir, and pour an act of quiet mastery.

Smoke curled lazily from the fire, blending with the rich aroma of palm oil as it sizzled in the pot.

The air beneath the tree shade grew thick with the scent, earthy beans, ripe plantains, and a promise of something mouthwatering.

Nnenna stood nearby, arms folded, sunglasses hiding the curious glint in her eyes.

Her shawl draped loosely over her shoulders, masking her true self beneath the worn fabric of a servant’s attire.

drawn in by the old man’s cooking, watching

a way,

spoon,

were missing.” The

focused on the pot, eyes sharp

Soft.

Perfect.

dropped them in,

Ssssshhhhh.

sound of oil meeting fire sent a rich, fragrant

them like an invisible

sweetness bleeding into the pot, fusing with

awe, though she feigned

of salt, a generous handful of ground crayfish,

wove into the dish, deepening

louder, the stew thick and glistening under

the ingredients sizzled in the pan, an

minutes, the scent had spread far and wide,

people who had no intention of stopping were now gravitating toward the stall, their noses leading

minutes, more people began arriving, their steps quick, their eyes scanning eagerly as if they had been waiting all along, just

“Old man!

Give me one dish!

announced, his voice loud and filled with

his brow and let

messing with my head

I couldn’t even concentrate!

myself, ‘Forget it, take the break now before I go mad!'” Laughter rippled through the small crowd as the old man

know when to give in,” he remarked, handing it

after another, customers stepped forward, the line

air buzzed with chatter, spoons

shade under the tree had transformed into a bustling,

an hour, then

with steady precision, serving, stirring, refilling plates, until there was nothing

the market, he stood staring at his empty pot,

Gone.

dish sold

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