Dinner was quite simple, a big pot of thin noodle soup without flavor, with no drinks, no canned food, and not even a small dish of vegetables in sight. Tang Xiaoquan really took his miserly "style" to the extreme.
At this, Wang Qiang furrowed his brow and pouted. To be honest, if he hadn't eaten too much at noon and currently had no appetite, he would surely protest against such "stingy" behavior.
As usual, a big bowl was served to each person, with barely any noodles visible in the milky white broth.
"Everyone, eat slowly. If it's not enough, help yourselves, there's more in the pot!" Without feeling there's anything wrong with his decision, Tang Xiaoquan graciously invited everyone to drink the soup while taking out a prepared sheet of paper from his pocket, handing it to Hu Xiaodong.
"Brother Hu, this is the inventory I made this afternoon. I've listed the data of various supplies on hand. Take a look!"
