The following day, Wu Hai no longer squatted down and observed the surrounding people. He waited at the very first place and ate breakfast seriously, just as usual. The same thing happened during lunchtime.
"It seems that you have gathered enough inspiration," Ling Hong said to Wu Hai.
"No. He just wants to eat hotpot in the evening," Yuan Zhou shut the door and said directly.
"It's still Boss Yuan who knows about me the best." Wu Hai stroked his small mustaches and nodded his head earnestly.
"He's preparing for the spicy hotpot in the evening. If his stomach hurts, he won't be able to eat a lot." Jiang Changxi shrugged at the side.
"That's right." Wu Hai nodded his head without reservation.
"I really overestimated a foodie like you." Ling Hong immediately became speechless.
"You aren't better than me, either. You are talking as if you are not a person like me." Wu Hai looked at Ling Hong in a contemptuous manner.
