On White Foothill City's side, Zeng Youliang rushed home.
Without thinking too much, Zeng Youliang went to the kitchen and made the green balls himself.
Zeng Youliang remembered clearly what flavor his grandmother liked.
Previously, he had only dictated it to others. Now, he had also learned how to make green balls.
Therefore, this time, Zeng Youliang planned to make it himself.
His grandmother's description of green balls appeared in Zeng Youliang's mind, but he didn't stop moving.
Fortunately, the heavens didn't disappoint. A few hours later, Zeng Youliang finally made six green balls.
At this moment, Old Madam Zeng woke up.
Looking at the six green balls on the plate in front of her, Old Madam Zeng, who had been confused, actually laughed.
"It's my favorite green ball!"
With that, Old Madam Zeng called a servant to quickly bring the green ball over.
