"Do you want to hear a story?"
"Yes."
Before the comment section could react, Fu Yunhe was the first to agree.
"Huh? That 'yes' sounded a bit tender," one commented.
"Really? Isn't it just a sign of being scared?"
"Can't tell, I feel like Mr. Xiao He has never said no to Boss."
"I think it's because he doesn't dare. Whenever Boss speaks, I feel like agreeing to anything."
"Exactly! Boss really has that kind of charm."
"Storytime, storytime!"
Nian Shutong simply gave Fu Yunhe a sideways glance that said, "Behave," and the story had already begun.
"Legend has it that the original Pot Lid was also called 'Duhn Bing.' It was thick and heavy, with a diameter of half a meter, but it was easy to store. Soldiers in the midst of war would pierce a hole in it and wear it around their necks."
"When hungry, they could nibble on it without interrupting their work."
