"I'm back."
Liu Zheng entered the lounge.
"Welcome back, meow."
San Huamao trotted over and rubbed against his leg.
"Didn't go out to deliver food?"
Liu Zheng picked it up and asked.
"No, meow. Should I have gone?"
San Huamao asked.
"Not really, it's better for everyone if you don't."
He shook his head.
"Okay, meow."
San Huamao nodded as if it understood.
He sat on the grass pile with San Huamao in his arms and started making phone calls.
The first call was to Guo Koutangzi, hoping to use her legacy soup pot, but he needed to check first.
"What are you up to?"
The call connected, and Liu Zheng asked.
"Chopping people."
Guo Koutangzi said concisely, and there were sounds of shouting and screaming in the background.
"Weren't you planning to open an izakaya? Why are you still doing gangster activities?"
He asked.
