Meanwhile, on the dining table outside Mushroom House, large iron basins were piled high and brimming with food.
Some dishes couldn't even fit on the tables anymore and had to be placed directly on the ground. Wang Zhengyu glared at the overflowing tables, gritting his teeth in frustration.
When the food was first carried over, his crew members had swarmed the chicken racks and cleared them out in seconds. Now, hugging their large basins, they sat around the tables, stuffing themselves in sheer bliss. As for the fried ice cubes, only a handful of people took a few, but not many.
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