Nian Shutong didn't know about the doubts on the Star Network, and even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared.
Truth always trumps eloquence.
Small wooden house, lunch.
Now in the kitchen, apart from Fu Yunhe's live broadcast, all other matters were managed by Zhang Hui.
For lunch today, everyone had dough drop soup with steamed buns.
The smooth and chewy dough drops, paired with vegetable broth, were readily devoured, occasionally biting into the soft, large steamed buns, enjoying.
In the small kitchen, after finishing a bowl, Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe and asked, "How's the taste?"
"Very good."
Fu Yunhe really liked the dough drop soup; it was just right for him after being tired.
Not greasy, light and refreshing.
After the meal of dough drop soup, Nian Shutong began to arrange tasks.
Yesterday, to make different noodles, Nian Shutong had found a type of chili in the system suitable for making chili sauce and chili powder.
