Back then, Xie Ning had collected a huge batch of ingredients—taro balls, mini glutinous rice balls, red bean paste, taro paste, you name it.
They weren't exactly health food, but to suddenly get a cup after the apocalypse? That was enough to make anyone feel pure bliss.
Take Xiao Wu, for instance. He felt like he was about to die from sheer happiness.
'What kind of god-tier teammates are these?' He was eating warm rice balls and could choose between milk and milk tea. *Sniffle.*
The amazing sister-in-law even said that if it wasn't enough, he could have a few more buns!
No wonder the captain had repeatedly warned him before he came. No matter what he saw or heard, he just had to keep his mouth shut.
If they gave him something, he should eat it. If they handed him something, he should take it. No unnecessary chatter. That was the only rule.
