The temporary "Chef," who served the food, dashed out before they could react or ask questions, showing off a remarkably agile skill set. After getting some distance from the tent, he finally stopped, patted his little heart, and thought it was tough to make a living these days. It was not possible to outright say that it was the Boss messing up and causing all the useful things to be spoiled; the best plan was to beat a strategic retreat.
After taking a bite of the noodles, which tasted of nothing but salt, Weisheng Yueren's handsome brows instantly furrowed, "Sister Qinghe, you're lying; you said you'd take me out for something tasty, but you've given me dog food instead." It really was like dog food. Although the food in Women's Village wasn't very delicious, there was at least oil and meat, and since they revered him, they naturally offered him the best. The village dogs, however, seemed to eat these tasteless things.
