Just when the three people were happily eating the steaming hot rabbit meat, the person who declared himself to be a writer uttered.
"Boss Yuan really treats you guys well," at that time, the writer said after drinking a mouthful of the liquor.
"Why do you say so?" Wu Anlu asked curiously.
At the side, the three people were likewise looking at the writer with puzzlement while eating.
This writer, who claimed to be writing speculative fictions, didn’t talk much, but when he spoke occasionally, it was all about strange things. Nevertheless, it made sense to some extent.
"This dish of yours had been well prepared and carried to you before we came here," the writer said while observing the reactions of the three people.
Seeing them nod their heads, the writer continued to say.
