Fu Yu carried the shopping bag back to the dormitory first.
He opened one pack from a box of cigarettes and took one out, then repacked the rest.
He planned to find a chance to give it to Zhao Meng in the evening.
Back in the kitchen, Fu Yu handed a box of Zhonghua cigarettes to Zhao Meng.
Zhao Meng received the cigarettes and smiled helplessly, "You rascal, really... Alright, consider it a celebration for me."
Zhao Meng had always noticed how frugal Fu Yu was in his daily life.
So whenever Fu Yu treated him like this, Zhao Meng would find a way to repay him afterward.
Fu Yu curiously asked, "Chef Zhao, did something good happen?"
Zhao Meng chuckled, "The stock I bought earlier is finally going up, isn't it? I thought I'd wait a bit longer, but then my friend said it was the right time, so he helped me sell it. And guess what? I made this much!"
Zhao Meng held up four fingers.
Fu Yu's eyes lit up, "Four thousand?"
