That night, nearly seven o'clock.
Today was Monday, and a live broadcast was scheduled for the evening at the small wooden house.
To prepare for tonight's broadcast, Ms. Nian Shutong had made a large tool after dinner.
After finishing what appeared like a roasting duck oven, Ms. Nian Shutong used her spiritual power to dry it, calling out "Ha Ha," and placing it where Fu Yunhe needed it to be.
"Hey, is this tasty?"
"When have you seen me make something that wasn't tasty?"
"Umm… noodles, dumplings, wonton soup…"
Ha Ha, very sincerely, counted on his fingers for Ms. Nian Shutong to see.
"None of these tasted very good when you made them."
"Right, please Ms. Nian Shutong, don't try making wheat-based foods anymore, it's kind of wasteful."
Rubble casually made a comment as he passed by, making Ms. Nian Shutong narrow her eyes at him.
"Auntie, Auntie! Dou Dou loves it! Dou Dou loves whatever you make!"
