Master Jiang's words were completely ignored in the cafeteria.
The vegetable-picking army was gloomily staring at the food on their plates, feeling regret with every bite, but they couldn't express too much disdain for it, fearing it would hurt Master Jiang's feelings.
Otherwise, what would they do if his cooking weren't as delicious in the future?
Since the steamed rolls were destined not to be theirs, what was there for them to say?
Those picking Ai Cao sprouts and Yuxing Grass hadn't returned yet, while the remaining dog owners had already pounced onto their trays, loudly exclaiming:
"Hmm, this braised pork is really fragrant, so authentic."
"Look at this carp, it's good too, tender meat without a fishy smell."
"Have some soup, have some soup, the soup is warm, drinking it is really comforting."
