Before long, a small stack of dishes and two steaming hot buns were placed in front of Liu Fugui.
"Mr. Liu, we just have some simple fare here, nothing compared to the gourmet meals your professional chefs can make. Not sure if it suits your taste," Xu Renjie remarked.
"Captain Xu, to be honest, when I was homeless on the streets, my biggest dream was to eat a white bun like this every day. But later, as I made something of myself, I rarely had the chance to eat such things again." Liu Fugui picked up a bun, took a small bite, and then gave a thumbs-up with admiration, "Mm, not bad, this is the taste. This was the goal I worked so hard for back then."
"Hahaha!" Lin Junfu teased with a smile, "What do you call this, a bun that triggers memories?"
As expected, Lin's summary again resulted in a chorus of laughter, as Wang Zhongyu and others wiped the blood off themselves and entered the living room saying, "Old Xu, the bodies have been taken care of. Can Xiao Wen and I set off?"
