The firewood had been delivered, and the fuel was ready.
Dojima Yin exchanged a few words with Liangzi Lina, and the woman then gathered the IGO staff present. Sweating profusely, a group of people unloaded the dry wood from the truck container and carried it to Xia Yu's altar.
Witnessing this scene, the crowd buzzed with chatter.
The interns were whispering among themselves as well.
Shanben Xiaoshu, touching his tall cockscomb hair, muttered, "His topic is 'fish,' so why use so much firewood?"
By the afternoon, the topics selected by the three qualified individuals had already spread throughout the shrine. Not just Shanben Xiaoshu, but the other interns also put themselves in their shoes, pondering what recipes they would use if they had received the topics 'fish,' 'rice,' or 'chicken.'
"Since he's an 'immediate admit,' the difficulty of passing has also invisibly increased!" Ujou Mamie tightened her appealing eyebrows, "Can he still pass with excellent results this time?"