"Lao Deng, you're not dead yet?"
Liu Zheng's first words were like music to the ears.
"You rascal, even if you turned to ash, I wouldn't be dead."
The Fisherman replied with equally refined language.
"Stop bullshitting. If it weren't for me pulling you out, you'd already be a big pile of shit by now."
He said without any courtesy.
"Hmph. Cough cough cough!"
The Fisherman tried to retort but was interrupted by a round of earth-shattering coughs.
"Dying this time?"
"Die my ass! Don't think just because you helped me once you can act like this, be careful I turn you into a fish."
The Fisherman said angrily.
"Quit blabbering, and get to the point if you've got something to say."
Liu Zheng said.
"Where are the eggs from the sewer?"
The Fisherman asked.
"Someone took them."
He didn't go into detail, after all, it was an internal affair of the restaurant.
"What?! Official or private?"
The Fisherman was shocked.
"Should be official, I guess?"
