Yuan Zhou agreed straightforwardly. Hang Tian also put away the solemness on his face and started to smile.
"I knew that head chef Yuan is a straightforward person." Hang Tian said as he took out a leather bag that he carried with him.
Hang Tian's movements when taking off the bag were very gentle. When he placed it on the stone table, the bag, which did not look light, did not even make a sound.
The leather bag was brown-black in color, and its outer skin looked soft and smooth. It was obvious that it had been touched often.
The shoulder straps were a little worn out, and it seemed that she was often carried around.
"Here, this is the thing that I use to eat." Hang Tian gently touched the leather bag but did not open it.
"Please wait a moment, I'll go get the knife." Yuan Zhou nodded his head solemnly and then said.
"Alright, go on then." Hang Tian nodded.
