After that, Hao Jian asked Baldy a few more related questions. Baldy could answer honestly every time, and everything matched up, each point lining up with the plan they'd set earlier. So Hao Jian didn't say much more. He handed everything over to Baldy to handle; as for himself, he was in no mood to get involved anymore.
His mind wasn't fully on this. As far as he was concerned, as long as this thing developed along the planned track, that was enough. The rest, he wasn't going to worry about. It was like a dessert after a meal—nice to have but not necessary. If you had it, it was pleasant and could lift your mood; if you didn't, it was no big deal, you could always swap it for something else to brighten the day.
After saying a few more things to Baldy, Hao Jian walked out, found a roadside stall, and had a round of skewers. Satisfied, he pulled out a few napkins to wipe his mouth, then paid the boss and settled the bill before walking away, quite pleased.
