Fu Yunhe put away the loudspeaker and went to the small kitchen with Nian Shutong, as usual, to eat with Rubble and Ha Ha, the four of them together.
But just as they had taken a few bites, a round little head appeared beside the dining table.
"Uncle, Auntie, can Dou Dou eat with you?"
"Dou Dou has money oh."
After saying that, Dou Dou's little hand slammed authoritatively down on the table with a "Ding-dong" chime, drawing the gazes of the four people at the table.
The familiar shape, the familiar energy, the familiar color.
Crystal Stone.
Nian Shutong picked up the Crystal Stone curiously. It was indeed the same as the real ones in the interstellar space, just as the system had given.
She then put the Crystal Stone back down and pushed it toward Dou Dou, "You can eat, but put the Crystal Stone away."
With a wrinkled little steamed bun face, Dou Dou looked at her mom behind her, then at Nian Shutong.
