Song Tingwan felt a little embarrassed and glanced around, and suddenly noticed that Xiao Yunze was holding something in his hand.

Noticing Song Tingwan's gaze, Xiao Yunze remembered that he had brought rice cakes.

"Miss Song, this is rice cake, a specialty of Daqing." Xiao Yunze unwrapped the oil paper and explained, "The rice cake is fluffy, slightly sweet, and tastes great."

"You took me to eat durian and drink Coke. This time, Xiao also brought some Daqing specialty food for Miss Song to try."

Song Tingwan glanced at the rice cake in his hand, which could be seen everywhere on the street, and then looked into his eyes, which were filled with seriousness and expectation. She really couldn't bear to disappoint him, and immediately smiled widely. "Really? Then I must try it. It's a Daqing specialty."

"Come here, sit and eat with us."

Song Tingwan sat down at the counter, cut the rice cake in half with oil paper, and gave him half. "Hurry up and sit down, let's eat together."

While it was not too late, Song Tingwan took out his cell phone and prepared to order two cups of coffee while taking a bite of rice cake.

After chewing it for a few times, Song Tingwan puffed up her cheeks slightly and looked at Xiao Yunze with surprise, "It's delicious!"

As expected of a food from two thousand years ago, the taste is very different from modern rice cakes.

Unlike the soft, sweet texture of modern rice cakes, the rice cake in my hand was very soft and drier than modern rice cakes. It was slightly sweet and had a sweet aftertaste. I wonder if it was because there was no oil in it.

But the taste was surprisingly good!

Seeing her reaction, Xiao Yunze finally felt relieved. On the way here, he was worried that Miss Song would not be able to get used to the food.

Since Miss Song likes it, he will bring more in the future.

Today's transportation task is quite arduous, involving 100,000 kilograms of rice, 2,000 kilograms of salt, and most importantly, 5,000 kilograms of rapeseed oil.

The oil is packed in cans, which makes it difficult for one person to carry it.

Song Tingwan glanced at Xiao Yunze who was wrapped in layers of clothes.

Looks thin.

Well, hopefully he has muscles.

Xiao Yunze had never seen an oil tank before, so he was a little at a loss as to where to start. Finally, with the help of Song Tingwan, he successfully moved the oil tank onto a forklift.

Here, Zhuque and his companions had just arrived at the clinic and had not rested for a while when they saw their master appear in their sight, pushing a huge, completely unfamiliar object.

Even Suzaku was no longer surprised by this. "Master, what new thing did the miracle doctor give you?"