After surveying the entire warehouse, they were well-prepared, everything was sufficient.
Except for the salt, which seemed insufficient to Ding Ning.
After severing communication, Ding Ning couldn't help but sigh. Despite Xiong Jie's promise to find more salt, she felt that this matter was quite troublesome for him.
After all, Xiong Jie was only at the fifth power level, which was considered inferior among humans.
To compete for precious human salt with such strength seemed like wishful thinking.
She silently contemplated, thinking that Xiong Jie probably desired freedom and thus fought so desperately.
She did not place much importance on human life, but if they were around her, she would care to some extent.
Ding Ning returned to her newly built small kitchen, where Hua was standing in front, holding a bowl of noodles that were left over and uneaten.
"How is it?" Ding Ning curiously looked at her, hoping she would offer some substantial advice.
