Shen Lu smiled humbly. "It's not all from a single supplier."
'It's better to keep a low profile.' Shen Lu casually told a white lie. On the way back, she bought Fu Cheng a few sets of clothes, getting him everything from underwear to outerwear, before calling for a rickshaw.
The kitchen was bustling with activity as everyone prepped ingredients. Shen Lu called Deng Ying and Xin Yu over, took out the bok choy, radishes, cucumbers, pork belly, and other ingredients from the System Warehouse, and told them to hurry up and wash and chop everything.
Wang Daguo glanced at the vegetables Shen Lu brought back and felt them with his hand. "Boss, these vegetables don't seem very good."
Even he, someone who couldn't cook, could tell that the quality was much worse than before.
