"No, thanks." Zhao Jun refused without a second thought. "We have our own food."
"What food could you possibly have?" Song Tiemin said with a laugh. "By rights, when an inspector comes to the Logging Camp for the first time, the skidding crew's Leader is supposed to treat them to a meal. But that Zhao Qingzhu couldn't care less. As for the other two Leaders, they've already treated people twice in the last half-month. They probably figured you wouldn't last long, so they didn't prepare anything today."
As he spoke, Song Tiemin glanced at the luggage Zhao Jun and Zhang Xuefeng had set aside. "I see you two didn't bring any rations. Why don't you join us for a bite?"
"No need." Zhao Jun pointed to the stove nearby. "My brother and I will eat whatever our uncle, Elder Yang, has here."
"He's just an old gopher, what could he possibly have?" Song Tiemin urged. "You can stay here but come eat with us. The food at my place isn't bad."
