It's only been more than twenty years.
"Why don't we invite Mr. and Mrs. Zhu over to ask them? Anyway, they are free now," Daoist Wang said casually, "They can also join us for dinner too."
He pointed to the long table with plenty of buffets left.
Lawrence Winters looked at the lobster he had already half-chewed, silently placed it back onto the plate, and returned it to the second compartment in the steamer so the top compartment pressed it down, avoiding a mess...
There was still a bowl of spareribs in black bean sauce to eat slowly.
Mr. Zhu opened the door, poked his head out, and asked someone to call over Mr. and Mrs. Zhu.
When Mr. and Mrs. Zhu came in, they habitually looked around, and only after seeing Lawrence Winters did they look relieved, beaming with smiles, "Hello, esteemed Heavenly Masters. We apologize if our hospitality is insufficient; please pardon us."
