The middle-aged man who came to deliver the food greeted Ren Xiaosu and was about to leave after putting down the food. Luo Lan grumbled for a bit in the yard, "Stop right there! As the elder brother of the Qing Consortium's CEO, shouldn't I get some respect too? Why didn't you all deliver any food to us?! I'm Qing Zhen's elder brother!"
But the middle-aged man ignored him.
Luo Lan stopped yelling when he saw them leaving. Then he took a closer look at the food delivered by them. "Wow, these are ingredients for hot pot. The beef slices are already marinated, the tripe is served on ice, and there's even a broth!"
Ren Xiaosu and the others looked at each other. They had also eaten hot pot before, but they never really had any meat dishes in the past.