Before Old Wu had a chance to finish speaking, the terminal on Chen Ming suddenly rang.
A call from the factory director.
Chen Ming answered casually and immediately heard the director's voice: "Xiao Ming, I heard you're back. Could you come to my office?"
"Sure."
Chen Ming agreed, shrugged at Old Wu, and then got up and headed toward the bar's exit.
But before he took two steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned back with a smile at Old Wu, and said, "Almost forgot."
Chen Ming dug into the backpack he had been carrying since stepping off the spaceship, then took out something green and jelly-like, stored in a refrigerated box, and handed it to Old Wu.
Old Wu took it casually and asked, "What's this?"
"A local specialty from outside, tastes pretty good."
Old Wu, though always investigating various information, didn't have much understanding of the almost endangered food of the Thorn Insect Race.
