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.

the old man’s cooking, watching as if

in a way,

pot with a heavy wooden spoon, “I don’t usually cook outside like this.”

what they were missing.” The old man

he focused on the pot, eyes sharp as he checked the

Soft.

Perfect.

golden plantains and dropped them in, the slices sinking into the bubbling

Ssssshhhhh.

of oil meeting fire sent a rich,

invisible hand, coaxing out

their natural sweetness bleeding into the pot, fusing with the heartiness of the

awe, though

a pinch of salt, a generous handful of

into the dish,

grew louder, the stew thick and glistening under

sizzled in the pan, an irresistible

the scent had spread far and wide, drifting down

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

scanning eagerly as if they had

“Old man!

Give me one dish!

announced, his voice

the sweat off his brow

smell has been messing with my head

I couldn’t even concentrate!

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

least you know when to give in,”

after another, customers stepped forward, the line growing faster than he

spoons clinking, and satisfied hums

had transformed into a bustling, lively corner of the

an hour,

precision, serving, stirring, refilling plates, until

cast long shadows over the market, he stood staring at his

Gone.

last dish

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