"Master, dinner's ready."
"Okay, coming right now."
In the study of Golden City Square, Li Ang, who was triple-tasking and feverishly finishing his homework using telekinesis to hold the pen, let out a long sigh, stood up, and walked towards the living room. Casually, he asked, "What's for dinner?"
"Everything you asked for, Master: sour cabbage pork stew with vermicelli, stir-fried celery with meat, braised fish..."
"Uh."
Upon hearing the words "sour cabbage," Li Ang's face involuntarily stiffened, and an unpleasant sense of déjà vu arose in his mind. "The sour cabbage is homemade in our jars, right?"
"Yes, it is. It's the one you made this winter with that kind of cabbage."
Chai Chai, puzzled, said, "Is there a problem?"
"No problem."
