An hour later, Xie Zhiyong and Lin Ran finally returned to the base. Xie Zhiyong rubbed his stomach and grumbled, "That meal was a waste. I've already digested all of it."
As he spoke, he glanced at the bag in his other hand, which held the food they'd left over earlier.
"That's Brother Yan's. Don't even think about it." Lin Ran shook his head with a smile. The guy really was a bit of a glutton.
"Right. Boss has been hungry for so long. If we don't save him some, that'd be really unfair." In the end, Xie Zhiyong managed to resist the urge and entered the abandoned parking garage.
"Where have you two been? Why are you only getting back now? Where's Yiyi?"
As soon as they returned, Yan Dao began questioning them. They'd been gone for nearly two hours just to get a meal, and it was already afternoon. He still hadn't eaten.
"Sorry, Boss. Something came up. Here, eat this first, and I'll tell you about it while you eat." Xie Zhiyong hurried around the cardboard boxes and set the dishes and rice he was carrying on the table.
Yan Dao was in his early thirties, still in his prime. He could handle hunger, but he had a lot of work to deal with every day, and by now he was starving.
He quickly opened the bag and took out the food containers. When he opened them, he found that everything was cold.
"How did the food get cold in this weather? How long were you delayed?" Yan Dao's mouth twitched. But he was hungry, and this was food from one of his favorite places, so he didn't fuss. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Xie Zhiyong said sheepishly, "The food's still a little warm...