"So tragic." Jiang Nian pointed at the two girls. "You've forgotten your roots. When will our hometown ever be revitalized like this?"
"Pah!!"
The two girls couldn't be bothered with him, went into the break room arm in arm. Technically you could rest outside too, on that big sofa.
But.....
The two of them, almost uncannily in sync, avoided that spot.
"Hey!"
Qianqian poked her head out of the break room again and called to him, "I want fried fish shreds later, are you making them or not?"
"I want some too," Song Xiyun said.
Jiang Nian: "..."
Two votes to one—what else could he say. He agreed readily, then turned and went over to the living area to fry the fish shreds.
The studio wasn't a place to live, so cooking wasn't that convenient. Normally he either did charcoal barbecue or hotpot.
Still, fried fish shreds were doable.
In the gaps while cooking.
