In the cave by the treacherous river, Little Boo transformed into a copper tripod and was boiling a pot of fish soup.
It would occasionally instruct its master, "Ginger, add ginger!"
"Don't forget the salt, oh, too much was added."
Lu Mingshu's mouth twitched twice. Although her cooking skills were average, she wasn't so unskillful as to not be able to properly prepare a pot of fish soup, right? Really, what demands for just a bronze statue.
"Squeeze out the juice from the grass, right. Okay, turn off the heat now!" Little Boo chattered nonstop.
The aroma was tantalizing, and Little Daze couldn't resist coming closer, wanting to take a sip, but Little Boo quickly closed the lid of the tripod and ran off.
Little Daze called out twice in dissatisfaction.
"This isn't for you to eat," said Little Boo.
Little Daze called out again.
"Wait a bit, I'll make some for you tonight."
Little Daze reluctantly agreed.
