"[I miss you, but the new job is super busy! Papa needs to eat on time! (o°ω°o)]"
Looking at this "reply from Ah Zai," the corners of Pei Ye's lips curled up around her cigarette.
The Mall had released ten new flavors of nutrient solution, each more sickening than the last. Ah Zai had tried them one by one, finally selecting the barely palatable playdough-flavored nutrient solution and spending a small fortune to mail a dozen of them over. This gesture also solved Pei Ye's urgent problem.
