'If I can get in with the Steel Elephant Tribe, securing the rights to the Withered Desert should be a piece of cake.'
Back in his room.
"Chiiirp~"
The five little ones seemed to sense Han Ning's complex emotions. Yin Yi came floating over, huffing and puffing as she carried a small, milky-scented pudding.
"Mm… It smells so good. Who made this?"
Under the expectant gazes of the little ones, Han Ning took the pudding, a happy smile spreading across his face.
"Ling!" Yin Yi extended a vine and pointed behind herself.
"Chirp! Chirp!" "Meep~" "Waaah." Egg Pancake, the All-Encompassing Spiritual Silkworm, and Huaimiao all had white sugar stains on their claws.
The four little ones chattered away, gesturing wildly with their claws.
"Eeee!" Fei Lin, wearing an apron, held a spatula in one hand and had the other on her hip.
"Oh… So Fei Lin was the teacher who taught you how to make pudding?"
