When Ji Fanchen brought a small bowl of grasshoppers over to the bathroom opposite them, Yu Bei was overjoyed. "Why are you so polite? Go ahead!"
Jiang Yi, who had been chopping wood, covered his nose and looked at him. "Why do you smell so strongly? Brother Zhian fed the pig for an entire afternoon, but he doesn't smell that bad."
Ji Fanchen smiled apologetically before entering the washroom.
The few people there were all idiots. It would be good if they could cook well, let alone if they could eat delicious food. However, according to the production team's rules, they could not eat ready-made food. Since they had not even traded for mantou, they could only exchange the points earned in the afternoon for a 10-pound bag of rice.
There was a strange taste in the pot.
Su Yi sniffed strangely and told Chu Zhian, "Go and take a look. What's wrong? This smells like paste."
