Hospital

After bidding farewell to the soon-to-be-married couple, Gavin turned and headed straight toward the movie star.

Seeing Gavin come and go in such a hurry, Old Feng immediately rode closer and asked in a low voice.

"Boss, weren't we a little too quick getting here? Shouldn't we check on the warehouse first?"

"What if—just what if—someone steals the supplies stored in the warehouse?"

"Huh?"

Hearing Old Feng's words, Gavin froze for a moment, then snorted irritably and shook his head.

"Old Feng, think carefully about what you're saying.

"Stealing stored supplies?

"Come on. If our warehouse were stocked with tons of fake dicks and Fleshlight cups, then maybe I'd worry about some pervert trying every single one."

"But what we have in the warehouse is food stock—raw meat, rice, wheat, and corn that need to be cooked before they can be eaten."

"Even the vegetables and snacks are stored in the manor's warehouse."

By this point, Old Feng had already understood somewhat. A look of realization appeared in his eyes as he listened to Gavin continue.

"If someone in the town camp really steals some beef from the warehouse to eat, then—honestly, let them steal it. We can't just let people starve, can we?

"Besides, in this day and age, forget finding buyers. We haven't even established a new trading market inside our camp yet. The occasional trades people make are all barter."

"As for whether anyone might contact other nearby camps and move the stuff from our warehouse out there?"

"Don't be ridiculous, haha. There isn't a second base anywhere near us, is there?"

With that, Gavin spread his hands with a chuckle, indicating that this was the end of the matter.

If the cook doesn't steal, the grains won't grow.

As long as nobody was siphoning off the