"Is it really okay to start the celebration this late?" Qhianqhian asked, watching He Wenyu bustling around, "Besides, there's surgery tomorrow."
"You're not the one performing surgery. As long as you're well-rested overnight, it's fine. I got busy this afternoon and forgot, but I didn't want to break my promise," sighed He Wenyu. "Forget the gathering, but we can still do takeout and deliver it."
"And it's free," Qhianqhian sighed while helping to distribute the food. There's no need for individual serving sets; just one pot of food and one pot of rice per dorm room is enough.
Of course, there's also the old man's portion, or he'd be upset.
"You wouldn't charge your own people, would you? Have you called Di Jun and Long Tu?" He Wenyu calmly asked, looking at the large steel pot in front of him and chuckled, "I feel like one pot per dorm might not be enough..."
