"The dumpling soup has cooled again, I'll heat it up."
After calling out to Luo Youbin, who had entered at some unknown time, Zhou Yongtao said, "No need to trouble yourself, I'm not hungry now, let's just handle lunch together later."
Luo Youbin also sighed inwardly and began cleaning up the bowls and utensils.
This bowl of dumpling soup had already been heated three times; the broth was all muddied, heating it once more would probably turn it into paste.
"Have Nong Chengpei and the others departed yet?"
"The private plane is still at Kennedy International Airport, there are three hours left until the final deadline. According to the previous arrangements..."
Upon seeing Zhou Yongtao wave his hand, Luo Youbin stopped talking.
"Call the Minister of Defense and a few Chiefs of Staff here, everyone else can go back."
"Should I arrange the next meeting in advance?"
"When the next meeting will be held will be known at that time."
