The head chef was naturally Ling Sheng. Team Red's people only knew how to eat. Even washing vegetables could destroy them. There was no need to expect them to help.
Ling Sheng was displeased that she had failed to get the old hen. She was planning to feed her father cornbread at night and make him healthy so that he would not eat chicken.
However, he was dumbfounded the moment he entered the courtyard.
Damn!
All the good things in the house had been moved out, and the table was full of raw materials, including bee pupas, half a pot of lively little anchovies, half-dried river shrimp, two precious swamp eels, fresh free-range chicken legs, and grasshoppers who had been starved for two days that were ready to be fried tomorrow, as well as conches that had been dehydrated.
