"Hey hey—" Beichuan Hui Li chuckled twice, "Brother Temple, I came to mooch a meal!"
"...Mooch a meal?" Beichuan Si walked around the stove and only then noticed the varying amounts of ingredients the five of them were holding.
Seeing Beichuan Si eye the ingredients in their hands, Beichuan Hui Li coughed dryly, "What do you think, Brother Temple?"
The food made by Beichuan Si had left a deep impression on her; though it was just something made at home, it strangely had the feeling of a family restaurant's set meal.
It was not only delicious but also good-looking.
"Staying for a meal isn't really a problem," Beichuan Si wasn't heartless enough to send them away directly, but some lessons were necessary.
He flipped through the ingredients in the plastic bag and then said, "But the purpose of this camp is also to train your ability to do things on your own, so occasionally you should also make your own food, understand?"
"Got it, Brother Temple!" Five voices in unison.
