Fu Yunhe watched Nian Shutong, who looked somewhat smug, and nodded in agreement, impressed with her strategy.
The dumpling wrapping continued, and the buzz online kept fermenting.
Everything was ready, just awaiting the opportune moment.
At 6 p.m., Nian Shutong and her group finally finished wrapping the dumplings.
Rubble put down the last dumpling he was holding and collapsed onto the floor, unable to lift his arms anymore.
Nian Shutong squatted down and sent a stream of spiritual energy down Rubble's wrists, flowing through his whole body, not sure if it would help or not.
Today, Rubble had been nonstop working, and even when he was incredibly tired, he didn't rest like usual.
"Rubble, feeling any better?"
Rubble didn't know what kind of power was coursing through his body but felt a warm sensation all over, similar to what the Mechanical Clan described as the feeling of being in love.
