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

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

in a

man muttered, stirring the pot with a heavy wooden spoon, “I don’t usually cook outside like this.” A smile tugged at Nnenna’s

knew what they were missing.” The old

eyes sharp as he

Soft.

Perfect.

dropped them

Ssssshhhhh.

sound of oil meeting fire sent a rich, fragrant steam into the

around them like an invisible hand, coaxing out a

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

awe, though she

a generous handful

ingredient wove into the dish, deepening the color, thickening the

the stew thick

the ingredients sizzled in the pan, an irresistible

the scent had spread far and wide, drifting

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

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

“Old man!

Give me one dish!

here!” a construction worker announced, his voice

the sweat off his brow and

has been messing

I couldn’t even concentrate!

now before I go mad!'” Laughter rippled through the small crowd as the old man smiled, ladling out a steaming portion of

least you know when to give

stepped forward, the line growing faster than he could

air buzzed with chatter, spoons clinking, and satisfied

transformed into a bustling, lively corner of

turned into an hour, then

old man moved with steady precision, serving, stirring,

the evening sun cast long shadows over the market, he stood staring at his empty pot, blinking in

Gone.

last dish sold