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.

old man’s cooking, watching as if this were

in a way, it

old man muttered, stirring the pot with a heavy wooden spoon, “I

missing.” The old man huffed a

eyes sharp as he

Soft.

Perfect.

golden plantains and dropped them in,

Ssssshhhhh.

sent a

wrapped around them like an invisible hand, coaxing out

their natural sweetness bleeding into the

intently in awe,

generous handful

the dish, deepening the color, thickening the

stew thick

sizzled in the pan, an irresistible aroma filled

the scent had spread far and wide, drifting down the street like

who had no intention of stopping were now gravitating toward the stall,

quick, their eyes scanning eagerly as if they had been waiting all along, just to be sure the food

“Old man!

Give me one dish!

it here!” a construction worker announced, his voice

his brow and

smell has been messing with my head

I couldn’t even concentrate!

Laughter rippled through the small crowd as the old man smiled, ladling out a steaming portion of the

give in,” he remarked, handing

after another, customers stepped forward, the

air buzzed with chatter, spoons

had transformed into a bustling, lively corner of the

into an

man moved with steady precision, serving, stirring, refilling plates, until

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

Gone.

dish

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