"By the way, Master Wang left a message a couple of days ago." Zhang Feng looked at the sky; it was already evening. "Is this dinner he mentioned about the battery issue?"
"Yes, it's about the battery," the curator replied. "But we also haven't seen each other for almost half a year, so we're using this battery issue as an excuse to gather and catch up."
"Let's postpone this matter for a while," Zhang Feng glanced at his own legs. "I've been quite busy lately, I'll get in touch with you guys then."
The newly opened meridians need familiarization, and the constitution needs to improve.
That's why Zhang Feng disciplined himself not to drink alcohol.
"Alright!" The curator responded with a smile, "Master Zhang is waiting for you to cook. Last time, you said you would cook authentic noodle soup."
"Mm, you got that right," Zhang Feng perked up upon hearing praise for his culinary skills. "This noodle, a lot of people can actually make it.
