"Thank you." Gao Meilin finally had a chance to take a good look at Tang Zheng. He was very handsome and upright. Even in this oppressive environment, his face maintained its serenity.
"Uncle, did you overprepare?" said Lu Fan in a tone of respect, "What will we do when we finish all these?"
"The Space Wristwatch has plenty of room, there is nothing else to put other than these." Tang Zheng answered, putting a dumpling into his mouth. The large capacity of the space wristwatch was an advantage, and being a cautious person, he had fully packed it, leaving no room even for an ant.
"Brother Tang, stop talking, I'm going to die of envy," Zhang Hao casually sat next to them and started eating. After receiving a glare from Lu Fan, he felt embarrassed and pulled out three cans of beer from his Space Backpack, "Drink less, we might have to fight monsters later."
