The meal was both swift and prolonged, and everyone's manners were somewhat sloppy.
Take Secretary Wang, for example, who had to loosen his belt buckle again and again. Zhang Chen caught sight of this and chuckled,
"Bro, I told you that you still didn't fully appreciate how good this place is, right? Just like me!" He patted his round, bulging belly:
"I knew what their food was like, so I specifically wore sweatpants today! Look, elastic waistband!"
Secretary Wang didn't mind; he just glanced at his pants: "So does that elastic waistband cut into your flesh now?"
Zhang Chen said with an awkward twist, "It pinches a bit."
Secretary Wang let out a smug laugh: A greenhorn like you dares to compete with me? Humph!
The leader was also a bit embarrassed.
No other reason, just that the platters and soup bowls on the table were too clean! For so many years he had advocated for frugality, his own dining standards were not high, but when did he ever clean the plates like this?
