The development trend of the Satellite City, the quality of the drifters outside, and the overall strategic planning predictions.
The conversation lightened up considerably, and the dishes on the table gradually ran out.
Halfway through the meal, Master Tian glanced at the night outside the window, stood up, and said, "It's getting late. I have to go back."
"Hang on." Cheng Ye called out to him and turned to head into the basement, soon emerging with a plastic bag.
The plastic bag contained five dried salted fish, four cans of fruit, a small packet of seasoning, and even some leftover black fish fillets which had been packed in.
"Take this home for your family to try, consider it my reward for Tian Lei's hard work recently."
Master Tian was momentarily stunned and his lips moved as he accepted the plastic bag.
He finally squeezed out a sentence, "Thank you."
