Tian Bufan examined the roots, nodding slightly: "It does seem quite unusual... Did you steal it from the chef in the green apron?"
Lin Yi's mouth twitched slightly: "You guys knew from the start that there was something wrong with that chef, didn't you?"
"Which decent chef comes to find you on their own?" Tian Bufan retorted, "Materials from the chef in the green apron are indeed of better quality than those from the pseudo-human sculptures."
Lin Yi said: "But this isn't from the chef in the green apron..."
As he put it down, he recounted the situations in the other passages.
"I suspect..." He paused, glancing at Zhao Lingxiao.
Zhao Lingxiao looked eager to learn, her mouth tightly shut, her eyes full of anticipation.
Lin Yi no longer took her into account, after all, he had already advised Zhao Lingxiao twice, but she was stubborn, and once affected by cognitive contamination, she could only resign to fate.
