"Pfft..."
Ansheng, who had just turned away from the kitchen, couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing the commotion inside.
The Jellyfish Lady was ultimately mistaken, rushing over at the first moment she heard a good friend was locked in a summer prison, offering companionship and comfort... only to be ignored.
However, the words of Little Angel and Triss weren't entirely without reason.
Bharat's mushy beef stew, with such a large amount of spices, wouldn't be too hard to eat, but the taste might be a bit too heavy, fearing Master Fuli might choke on it.
"Hmm..."
"As long as it's not minced meat-type food, I'm not that picky..."
Ansheng nodded with confidence.
Of course, Master Fuli doesn't dislike steamed meat pies; it's just that Little Angel and Triss plan to borrow Lin Ying's family's meat grinder to grind their own bodies later.
Master Fuli is worried that eating minced meat products now might reveal golden hair strands within them.
