Xu Qing had spent the entire afternoon cooking soup, but Jiang He could only drink one bowl before feeling full. The rest, a good half pots worth, Xu Qing reluctantly gulped down.
Afterwards, he touched his mouth, feeling just like Zhu Bajie eating a ginseng fruit, not having tasted anything at all.
This seemed like a waste...
Zhou Suzhi felt a pang of distress for her ingredients and, seeing that it was still early, didn't rush to leave. While Jiang He sat reading a book, she dragged Xu Qing around to examine various things.
"These sharp corners need to be covered up, get some foam paper. And that shelf, see how unstable it is? It could easily topple over. It's best to place it against the wall so it doesn't get knocked down or something..."
