"... Shark brain, this might be a bit over-nourishing."
Ansheng picked up his dropped jaw, completely unable to imagine the preparation process of the oil-poured Shasha brain dish.
"Master Fuli, please hurry there! If you don't go soon, we're truly afraid of something happening..."
The members of the logistics support team spoke with anxious expressions.
"Let's go, Xiaolan, we need to hurry..."
Ah Qing buried her head in the dining table, picking up her egg fried rice with one hand and shoveled large mouthfuls into her mouth without noticing the rice sticking to her lips after finishing her dish. She then picked up Huhu and ran off.
"Let's go!"
The logistics support team members were stunned, quickly hurrying Master Fuli and Ah Qing towards the School of Animal Science.
