"Ah, all done."
Wang Tengfei who had just returned from sword practice shifted his attention to Yu Xiaoguang, who emerged from the kitchen, holding two pots in each hand.
"Prepare to be stuffed, I didn't spend the last four hours making this for show, come on, sit." Yu Xiaoguang pulled himself a seat and sat at the only table in the small wooden shed.
The general raised a questioning brow at the lid on top of the pots, a bad feeling came over him, one he could not dismiss. He rested his sword beside one of the table's legs and helped himself to a seat.
"Brother traffic, I will admit, I was somewhat confused and thought to myself. Without a rice cooker, how the hell do people cook rice? So I started to explore my other options." Yu Xiaoguang explained, sitting across the general, still yet to lift open the lid to their dinner.
