"Think you guys can just do as you like?"
A messy haired old man guarding the door shot a side glance at Tong Gui and Yu Jin. He leaned against a big, glossy black wine jar and strange bubbling noises could be heard coming from inside.
Without retorting the two vice division leaders, Tong Gui and Yu Jin, bent over slightly and listened respectfully.
"Do you know how much blood and sweat I’ve poured for this bowl of porridge? That’s right, blood and sweat. I found the people and contacted them, but they refused to agree no matter what. Said something about the portion being big, but barely enough! Was I gonna give up just like that? Of course not! I found out that they were lacking in ingredients. Let me tell you that someone with willpower will not give up so easily!"
Tong Gui’s copper mask did not give off its usual cold luster. Instead, it looked as if it was going to melt soon. Meanwhile, Yu Jin’s high bun looked like a frosted carrot.