The director came out of the house:
"Comrades, the charity task has been successfully completed. Thank you all!"
'Piapia~' A burst of applause echoed.
"No more nonsense. Hurry back to your rooms to pack. Our bus has already arrived; it's just waiting for us."
Thinking that they would be going back soon, the previously sighing people now seemed to have all their worries disappear.
"Hurry, hurry, pack up."
"Finally, we can go back, I want to eat the pig's feet soup my mom makes, drink several big bowls of it."
"Pfft, watch out for your purine levels skyrocketing!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, don't jinx me."
Speaking of pig's feet soup, it really is delicious.
But you indeed can't drink too much of it, nor eat it often.
Otherwise, gout might knock on your door.
As doctors, everyone still has a bit of common sense about these matters, so they wouldn't mess around.
Speaking of packing, there wasn't much to pack; they would take back whatever they had brought over.
