The next day, morning.
A bowl of piping hot fresh meat dumplings had everyone sweating from their foreheads, not a single drop of soup left in any bowl.
Nian Shutong put down her large bowl and said to Zhang Hui, "Your cooking skills are getting better and better."
She had merely described the dish, and Zhang Hui had made it happen. Now that they had green onions, ginger, and garlic, many of the dishes tasted much better.
Zhang Hui's smile was simple and unadorned, yet it felt incredibly genuine.
"The dumplings were mostly wrapped by Rubble, he's really good at it."
Nian Shutong turned to Rubble and saw him nodding earnestly, "Very simple, but not suitable for Ms. Nian Shutong."
Just as Nian Shutong was about to compliment Rubble, she rolled her eyes at him and asked,
"Rubble, how much longer until you can upgrade?"
Every day, Rubble was sitting at the table, but he could only eat metal. Nian Shutong really hoped he could start eating sooner.
