Liu Zheng recited all the ingredients he remembered.
"Salmon."
White Feather Chicken shouted after hearing it.
"Meow at meow!"
San Huamao, who was sleeping sprawled out, shivered awake and instinctively responded.
"Come help out."
"Okay, meow!"
San Huamao then flipped over and trotted over.
"Liu Zheng, you're here, meow~"
It happily greeted, then naturally climbed onto Liu Zheng's shoulder.
"Here I am."
Liu Zheng smiled and patted its head.
"You and Salmon go prepare the ingredients, I'll handle the rest."
White Feather Chicken said.
"Okay, meow! Liu Zheng, let's go there, meow."
San Huamao didn't get down, but began directing right away.
"Sigh~"
Liu Zheng sighed, resigned to his fate as labor.
It seemed that no matter where he went, he would end up being pulled to help out.
Did he have the words 'big pushover' stamped on his face? Or was he some kind of Innate Labor Saint Physique?
