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

a way, it

with a heavy wooden spoon, “I don’t usually

they were missing.” The old man huffed a laugh

focused on the pot, eyes sharp as he

Soft.

Perfect.

and dropped them in, the

Ssssshhhhh.

of oil meeting fire sent

invisible hand,

sweetness bleeding into the pot, fusing with

awe, though she feigned

hesitation, adding a pinch of salt, a generous handful of ground crayfish, and a careful

into the dish,

grew louder, the stew thick and glistening under

the pan, an

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

people who had no intention of stopping

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

“Old man!

Give me one dish!

it here!” a construction worker announced, his voice loud and filled with

sweat off his brow and let out

messing with my

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 the rich, golden dish onto a leaf

to give

another, customers stepped forward, the

buzzed with chatter, spoons clinking, and

transformed

turned into an hour,

old man moved with steady precision, serving, stirring, refilling plates, until there was nothing left

cast long shadows over the market, he

Gone.

last dish

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