Today's special dish is spicy chicken with pork intestines.
Fang Qing wasn't exaggerating; she honestly said someone should really pay for his meals daily.
Even if Young Master Zhou went to his aunt's house for dinner, it wasn't every day.
"I heard the mayor got disciplined?"
"We ordinary folks don't talk politics."
Stopping his wife's inquiry, Fang Weiguo put down his chopsticks and looked perceptive: "Do you have something to say?"
The two kids were unusually quiet today.
Unnaturally quiet.
Logically speaking,
the downfall of corrupt officials should be a joyous occasion worth celebrating.
"Uncle Fang, I've already arranged with River City and they'll send a car to pick him up."
"That's good news."
Fang Weiguo immediately replied.
Dust returns to dust, earth to earth.
The collapse of evil forces and their protectors is just the end of a stage; life has to go on.
"Jiang Chen, sorry to trouble you again."
"It's no trouble at all."
