The White Fox Boss just watched him quietly, her gaze tender, showing no sign of dissatisfaction.
"Ahem, I'll go get the dinner."
Gary Smith felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, as if he were committing a betrayal. Coughing lightly, he found an excuse to go into the kitchen and picked up the porridge made from the bronze millet.
Because he had anticipated the White Fox Boss's visit, Gary Smith had prepared a large pot of it—yes, a pot.
Then he greeted the Foodlust Crucible, which he hadn't seen for several days:
"Hi!"
The Foodlust Crucible swiftly opened its lid, expecting the routine process, until it saw that large pot…
This led to it exhibiting an almost human-like disbelief, despite being a crucible, along with the lid's continuous opening and closing gestures, which, even without translation, clearly indicated a string of greetings.
