Gao Yang is certainly making things difficult, the time is already quite tight, and it's about to be ten in the morning. Liang Dong needs to steam a pot of buns in less than an hour and a half, without flour, and still not delay the regular cooking.
This was definitely not feasible.
However, Gao Yang didn't really want to eat buns; he just wanted to see how far Liang Dong could go under extreme circumstances.
Liang Dong looked at the clock hanging in the kitchen, then at the half-washed chicken wings, pondered briefly, and immediately said, "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Dong wiped his hands on his apron, turned around, and ran out.
Liang Dong really dashed out at a blistering pace, sprinting wildly, while Joseph instantly reached out with one hand and touched the gun handle at his waist with the other, rushed into the kitchen like the wind, saw that Gao Yang was fine, and then let go of his lifted shirt, standing back in place as if nothing had happened.
