"Xiao Fei's mother, your cooking is really good."
"It is! Stop fussing and come eat with us."
"It's okay, I'll take care of it. You all go eat. I'll just tidy up the kitchen; it'll be done in no time."
"Since everyone is happy with Xiao Fei's mother's cooking, we'll pay her eight hundred Contribution Points a month from the team's funds from now on."
Song Shijun, busy shoveling rice into his mouth, made an OK sign. "I have no objections."
"Me neither."
"No objections."
Old Mrs. Song said with a wide smile, "The old man is too slow. I'll finally have a good helper from now on."
Yu Xiaofei's mother, Cen Yun, ran out of the kitchen wiping her hands, looking embarrassed. "That's too much. The current rate isn't this high, and Ms. Yueyue helped us so much before."
"It's settled then," Xie Ning said with a smile. "For the Starfire Team to have long-term success, we need to recruit some non-core logistics staff. Aunt Cen, you're the first."
