Sang Ning checked the time. "It's almost eleven o'clock."
No wonder I was a little hungry.
Monet threw off the covers and got out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she said, "Let's all get up. I can hear that Emmanuel and the others are already up."
They have indeed all gotten up.
Not only did they get up, but the men also lit a fire in the living room, fed the monkey head mushroom and the six-member family of horned dragons, and removed the snow that had piled up at the front door.
When Sang Ning and the others finished washing up and came out, Clyde was in the kitchen yelling at Emmanuel and the others to wake Sang Ning and the others up for breakfast.
"No need to shout, we're up."
"Feimonoya laughed," Mu Tao said, perking up immediately. "You've gotten up just in time, it's time to eat."
What do you want to eat?
"I don't know," Fimmonloa asked curiously. Mu Tao couldn't answer the question. While picking up the bowls and chopsticks, he said, "I don't know. Clyde and Elliott cooked and didn't ask us to help."
The main problem was that there was so much snow when I woke up. Not only was there a thick layer on the ground, but there was also a thick layer on the roof of the shed.
To facilitate travel and to prevent the shed from collapsing again, they divided the work.
Clyde and Elliott cooked, and they were in charge of making the snow.
This busy work took an hour or so.
Therefore, they didn't know either.
Clyde and Elliott's cooking skills have improved, but not by much; they're only slightly better than not bad, but certainly not delicious.
Breakfast consisted of rice, with side dishes including shredded chicken salad, cold jellyfish head salad, and a soup made with dried scallops, dried shrimp, and dried vegetables.
There's also dried meat, wood ear mushrooms, and fungus.
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