Yang Xiaomian looked a little dejected. He turned his moist eyes toward Fang Ci and asked tentatively:
"Then can I take out the trash for you?"
Fang Ci wanted to bring up what had happened last night, but there were too many people here, and they all had good hearing.
If he refused now, the little sheep in front of him would probably cry.
Fang Ci smiled helplessly.
"Sure. Thanks for the help."
Yang Xiaomian's eyes lit up, and he shook his head.
"It's no trouble. I'm really strong!"
It was past one in the afternoon by the time everyone finished working.
The aroma of food drifted out through the kitchen's ventilation window, making everyone's stomach rumble.
Gu Cheng took the compartmented meal trays he had prepared ages ago out of his Storage Wristband and asked Ye Ruan to hand them out.
Everyone lined up neatly, each holding a tray.
"Captain Ye, what's for lunch today?"
A member of the Second Team clutched his stomach.
"I'm starving to death."
Ye Ruan smiled. "I think it's tomato and egg stir-fry, and potato-braised chicken."
"Is it good? Captain Gu doesn't look like he can cook."
Ye Ruan hurriedly nodded.
"It's really good. He's an amazing cook, even better than the ladies in our cafeteria."
As the last few people were served, the sky grew darker and darker. Clouds gathered overhead, and scattered raindrops hit the ground.
Ye Ruan came in last, holding his little rabbit lunch bowl.
There was hardly any meat left in the pot. Gu Cheng rolled his neck from side to side and smiled.
"I secretly set a portion aside as soon as the food finished cooking. Want to eat in the backyard?"
Ye Ruan glanced outside. People were already crowded beneath the eaves, leaving nowhere to stand. The