"It had to be that I was using the wrong opening method."
Yu Xiaogang muttered under his breath.
He kept trying to put the pot lid down and lift it again.
Over and over.
But in the end, only steam rose. Inside was always white porridge.
A few spices floated on top, along with a faint tint from the leftover meat soup.
"Where the hell is my stewed meat? Who ate my stewed meat?!"
"Stewed meat? What stewed meat?"
Flender looked at Yu Xiaogang in confusion.
"Did your brain get fried?"
"There's only stewed white porridge here. Where would stewed meat come from?"
Yu Xiaogang shouted, growing slightly anxious.
"I had some pork stewing in my pot! Pork chunks! I stewed it for three hours!"
"I started before dawn, all for this very moment!"
"Then where the hell is my white porridge?"
Flender and the others looked at one another.
In the end, they all shook their heads.
"Xiaogang."
"Sigh."
Flender shook his head and said nothing more. He gently patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder, then sat down and began drinking porridge.
"Who stole my stewed meat?!"
Yu Xiaogang shouted at the top of his lungs in the cafeteria.
No one paid him any attention.
"Beasts! Fucking beasts!"
He knew that someone sitting here had definitely stolen his food.
"Xiao San, eat this for now today. I'll make you something tomorrow."
"Okay!"
Tang San nodded and began drinking the same white porridge. This one clearly had a bit more meat aroma, but it only smelled like meat—there was no meat to eat. It would have been better without it.
He could smell it but not eat it. It only made him crave it more.
"Xiaogang, make a little more tomorrow."
"You wouldn't mind letting the children try your cooking,