Fu Yunhe didn't quite understand the word "fry", what kind of cooking method this was supposed to be.
In his mind, "fry" was an earth-shattering action; was he supposed to fry a pot?
He stood aside, watching as Nian Shutong, carrying a basin of french fries, walked to the newly constructed kitchenette.
Before she could make the next move, he heard the voice of Rubble, educating from nearby.
Rubble wasn't fearless, but his powerful genetic instinct made him share knowledge.
"Ms. Nian Shutong, when the soil is saturated with a certain amount of moisture and is heated, it will generate a large amount of gas, which contains carbon, unburned large dust particles, which to a certain extent are harmful to human health..."
Rubble hadn't finished saying the word "harmful" before he swallowed them.
