Matters from thousands of miles away don't concern Lao Song's Family at all.
Right now, they're busy serving the food.
Dog Brother and ten others squeezed around a table, with Seventh Uncle preparing a formal four dishes and a soup—served in a simple, unadorned stainless steel big iron basin, this dish truly lacks any style.
But—
Who needs style?
It's a testament to their lifelong morals and courtesy that everyone managed to wait until the dishes were all served for Song Tan's table to start eating before taking their own first bite. As soon as they began eating, mesmerized by the flavors, a series of sounds erupted from the laptop placed in the corridor.
Zhang Yanping held a bowl, puzzled: "Haven't sold anything these two days, who's messaging us again for inquiries in the backend?"
In a flash of inspiration, he decided: "Forget it, let's eat first."
