Evening.
Qindao.
On Shilaoren Square, at the dim edges of the square, there were red tents that emitted the aroma of barbecue along with the white smoke.
On the grill, several oysters were placed with their lids flipped open, continuously twisting due to the charring of the charcoal fire.
A hand sprinkled barbecue seasoning over them, and as some juices were cooked out, he quickly used tongs to move the oysters away from the charcoal fire.
"What's the matter, you waiting for me to feed you?"
"It's hot, let it cool for a bit. I say, Mr. Hu, it's the National Day holiday now, and I've just finished two days of shift work. You call me out in the middle of the night, what's the matter? If there's any arrangement, just spit it out. Don't play that 'toast to the general with a drink' trick on me; it's making me nervous."
