"This stuff is so good—who cares about the price?" Gao Dawei stuffed a piece of vacuum-packed cooked meat into his mouth and chewed as he said, "It's not like those people in the Polar Safe Zone, talking about how they have to share hardships with their fellow countrymen. Hypocrites!"
Gao Dawei knew how to play his cards, too. He first brought out the fruit, wine, and cooked food and laid them out for Xu Huo before going to sort out the rest.
"It's not like the RV is short on food or drink," Xu Huo said, holding his wineglass.
"Right, right." Gao Dawei beamed as he presented him with an expensive deep-sea mutant shrimp that occasionally appeared on the train menu. "Brother Xu, how would you like this prepared?"
"Steamed, so it keeps its original flavor." Xu Huo also explained how to make the sauce.
Brother Wu was a good cook, too. He went over to help Gao Dawei, since they had to prepare food for twelve people.
"You're just going to sit there?" Juan Er glanced at the people in black coats. "Waiting for someone to serve you?"
The young player, who had an arrogant air about him, pressed a hand to the table and stood up, but his companion stopped him. The man in the black coat, Xiao Xiao, smiled and said, "It's not right to let you do all the work. If you trust me, I'm a pretty good cook."
Juan Er pointed at his eyes. "I'll be watching you."
Two people from the group in black coats went to cook, while the rest sat idle nearby.
Watching Gao Dawei fawn over Xu Huo as he asked about his preferences, and even come over in the middle of it to top up his wine, the young player