694. Misery Contest_1

Although that's the case, isn't this handful of green salt a bit too little? It's not even worth lighting a fire for it, let alone the fact that Seventh Uncle typically feeds the kitchen trough with a pot that's —— this big!

He looked over the small amount of salt, then rummaged through the cupboard and finally found a small, palm-sized flat-bottomed pan:

"It'll have to do, originally used for making spring pancakes."

"It's all good for me!" Guo Dong said, and then looked at him expectantly.

Seventh Uncle: ...

He decisively took the tea eggs off the stove next to him, and after cleaning the little pan placed it atop the stove: "Let me heat the pan first."

Meanwhile, Zhang Yanping had already quickly opened the livestream——

[An hour's notice, and it's only been eighteen minutes since the announcement!]

[I knew those who give notice can't be relied upon. Not like our Host Qiaoqiao, who is so genuine and natural, she never gives viewers time to prepare.]