Wang Fan nodded in agreement, "Fifteen bucks for all you can eat, but I've got a request—just try to have your family and friends come buy their groceries here in the morning if possible."
Shen Bowen nodded like a pecking chick, "Absolutely, absolutely, my home isn't far from here. I'll have my mom start coming here in the mornings to buy groceries."
Wang Fan chuckled, "Alright, I'll thank you and your mom on behalf of those grandpas and grandmas. Want a portion?"
Shen Bowen felt a bit embarrassed. He was a true local of Wudu, while Brother Wang, an outsider, was helping the local elderly drum up business and still needed to thank him, the local. It was a bit face-reddening to say the least.
"It's the least I can do, Brother Wang."
Wang Fan pointed to a huge rice cooker on the side, "The rice is over there; help yourself to as much as you want, and I'll load you up with dishes when you come back. Those in the back, follow in order and don't push."
