Just as Qin Zhan was about to defend himself, his chopsticks landed on the plate of garlic-flavored grilled fish.

With a forceful snap of the chopsticks, the fish bones were broken, and with a scoop and a pull, most of the fish fell from the air into Lou Xiaotian's bowl.

It's done!

Lou Xiaotian smiled, his eyes crinkling.

Lu Wu's tongue swept over the sweet taste between her lips and teeth, and she silently shoveled the last bit of honey-glazed grilled fish into her bowl.

Qin Zhan and Lou Xiaotian didn't touch her fish, but Grandpa Li had been eyeing them for a long time.

She was afraid she wouldn't get to eat the grilled fish, so she figured it was best to act first.

They were eating, but the chopsticks were clattering against each other on the empty table, creating a scene of fierce competition.

The wooden chopsticks were almost clanging against each other like metal.

After a whirlwind of activity, the table was completely empty.

The remaining barbecue seasoning was all used up.

He patted his belly and wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

Now, dressed in a brocade blue robe, he looked like a refined gentleman, a far cry from his fierce and ferocious appearance just moments before.

"Please have a seat, I'll go make some tea."

Lu Wu doesn't have many friends here, just these few in front of him.

Lu Wu was happy to entertain them.

She collected the plates and headed to the kitchen. After Lu Wu left, Grandpa Li, who had been wearing a kind smile, looked at the two of them with a sharp gaze.

"Now that you've taken the benefits, shouldn't you get back to work?"

Grandpa Li hadn't revealed his identity before; it was just a "coincidence" that we met here.

Even without Grandpa Li's explanation, the two knew that this seemingly ordinary old man was the Grand Elder of the Baozi Cult and their welfare distributor.