"You...you..." Guo Jing was speechless, unable to answer.
Li Huan said no more and continued to distribute boxed meals to the refugees.
Soon, all eight food buckets were empty.
The refugees, holding their boxed meals, knelt down and kowtowed, expressing their deepest gratitude.
Hong Qigong sighed regretfully, "Alas, this old beggar is unlucky; he hasn't been able to eat his boxed lunch all day."
Guo Jing said, "If Rong'er hadn't stopped me, I would have gone back to the inn to get some silver and buy two boxed meals for Seventh Master..."
"Brother Jing!" Huang Rong angrily stopped Guo Jing, not letting him say anything more foolish.
Li Huan quickly packed up his stall and got on his electric tricycle.
"Young lady, old beggar, let's meet tomorrow at noon!"
After saying that, Li Huan drove the tricycle away at high speed.
Looking at the electric tricycle, Huang Rong murmured to herself.
"This vehicle is truly amazing. How exactly was it made? I wonder if Father has ever seen it..."
...
The next day, at noon.
Li Huan set up a stall across from the inn, attracting a crowd of onlookers.
Hong Qigong and Guo Jing appeared just in time and walked to the electric tricycle.
Li Huan teased deliberately, "Brother Jing, where's your Rong'er?"
Guo Jing smiled and said, "Rong'er is cooking in the kitchen and will be here soon."
Hong Qigong sniffed: "What delicacies are in today's lunchbox?"
Li Huan said, "What's the rush? You'll find out soon enough."
Guo Jing patted his waist, looking proud: "This time, I brought plenty of gold!"
The incompetent teammate's style remains unchanged.
A moment later, Huang Rong carried the food box out of the inn and arrived at the stall.
Hong Qigong quickly took his seat, full of anticipation...
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