"But the daily meals are enough to eat, there's no need to buy more."
Lu Chuan was tall and sturdy, and because of his martial status, others didn't dare to act rashly.
Li Mingde had more awe for him. Seeing his firm explanation, though not particularly kind, he wasn't a treacherous villain either, which made Li Mingde feel more at ease.
He quickly nodded and responded, showing that he appreciated Lu Chuan's hard work.
At this moment, Li Shuang suddenly widened his eyes, his gaze almost glued to the bowl held by the strong man passing by.
"Dad, look quickly." He was quite young, only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he reached out to pinch Li Mingde's arm.
Li Mingde followed his son's gaze and looked over, also a bit shocked, because the meal was quite hearty.
The sliced meat was visibly plentiful, appearing rich in both color and taste, incredibly fragrant. It was obvious that they were generous with the oil and seasoning to achieve such flavor.
