"Good stuff of only 1 RMB per serving naturally should be provided to each of us." Sun Ming gave the final word.
"Temporarily there are insufficient ingredients. Next time, ok?" While speaking, Yuan Zhou began to prepare to make the dumplings.
"You stinker, why didn’t you keep the good stuff for us to savor?" said Sun Ming discontentedly.
"Because it’s too good, it was sold out." Wearing the face mask, Yuan Zhou was adding water to the pot.
"Honey Tremella is nothing special. It’s definitely the way you cook it that makes it delicious," KFC muttered.
"It’s royal jelly," with his sharp ears, Yuan Zhou answered him directly.
"Pardon? Do you know you are recklessly wasting the God’s good gift to cook dishes with royal jelly? It’s totally a waste. You might as well give it to me to drink so that I can keep fit," Sun Ming stood up in surprise and said loudly.
"Sun, I’m not deaf," said Yuan Zhou lightly.
