"Hey, Guding, can't you make something other than egg fried rice?" Liliya grumbled reluctantly as she looked at the large bowl of egg fried rice in front of her.
The Gray Vulture already had a gravity system, and there was even a Cultivation Room where gravity could be adjusted individually, up to ten times the normal gravity.
"Why? Is it not tasty?" Guding asked, his mouth full of fried rice, cheeks puffed out, making his words a bit unclear.
"It's tasty, but we've been eating egg fried rice for three consecutive days, breakfast, lunch, dinner, this is already the eighth meal..." Liliya couldn't help but protest, although she admitted Guding's egg fried rice was exceptional, eating it for three days straight was indeed a bit hard to bear.
"Oh, but I don't know how to cook anything else," Guding immediately offered an irrefutable reason, "Uncle Cook from the Rose Tavern said I have no talent for cooking, and it took me six months to learn this simplest egg fried rice."
