"Ding, donation condition triggered, food in the machine increased by 100%."
As soon as Zhuo Qianqian finished speaking, a system notification rang in Wang Fan's mind, causing the corners of his mouth to instinctively rise.
This means the machine now holds enough food for 400 people!
"Oh yes, it's for the villagers."
"Ding."
At this moment, a soft ping also sounded from the machine. Wang Fan did not hastily open it but turned off the heat and let it sit for another minute.
Zhuo Qianqian curiously peered through the glass into the machine, but the pure black glass revealed nothing.
Wang Fan could already smell the rich aroma of ribs and rice. After a minute of letting it sit with the heat off, the scent of the ribs subtly changed, becoming even more full-bodied.
It's time.
Putting on heat-resistant gloves, Wang Fan opened the first layer of the cabinet with a "pop" and brought out a dish of steamed ribs with soy sauce over rice.
