Ghost Hand put down the takeout order and unsurprisingly started interacting with the Pond Master again.
The two of them, one who can't speak and one who won't speak, one using sign language (mainly the middle finger), and the other using facial expressions (mostly impotent rage), interacted quite smoothly.
Liu Zheng silently chuckled and picked up the takeout order.
"Dish: A large portion of sliced apples"
"Address: 'Imhurst' Clinic"
"Ordered by: Bai Yutang"
"Time limit: One hour"
"Hmm..."
Seeing the dish, he had a foreboding feeling.
After casually feeding two dried fish to send Ghost Hand off respectfully, Liu Zheng also left the lounge.
In the first delivery where it's easiest to mess up, San Huamao had already successfully delivered twice, so he was generally at ease.
San Huamao wasn't a fool; if he ran into something really tough, he would definitely call him.
