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In the evening, while Bai Qiquan was still eating dinner, at Lu Ban's place.

"You hire so many people, pay them so much, why bother?"

Qin Tiantian was eating take-out pan-fried buns, sipping on chilled cola, and said.

The TV was broadcasting the evening news, and the table was loaded with foods bought from the backstreet of Jiangcheng University: fried skewers, barbecue, pan-fried buns, porridge, rolls, and small wontons.

If Feng Yu saw this, she would surely complain about Lu Ban always eating these greasy street foods.

But Feng Yu couldn't see it anyway.

Lu Ban put down his phone; he just messaged Feng Yu on WeChat, confirming she wasn't in Jiangcheng.

Only then did he boldly pick up a skewer of grilled lamb and take a bite.

Fat sizzled and released grease, the fragrance of animal fat wafting between his lips and teeth. The lamb was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, paired with spices, cumin, chili powder, the exotic flavors spreading in the mouth.