"Thud, thud!" Fable knocked on the door, and Qian Cangyi stood up to open it, finding Fable carrying nearly ten people's portions of takeout, including desserts for after the meal, "Haha, another sleepless night tonight. We really need to eat more. What I have here is dinner and a late-night snack. Even if we die, we should die with full stomachs."
"Eating too much will affect our movements." Qian Cangyi stepped aside.
Fable entered the door, and as he passed Qian Cangyi, he whispered, "Did you handle it?"
Qian Cangyi nodded slightly, Fable gave him a thumbs-up, and then placed all the food on the coffee table.
The three people sat down in their respective places and began to eat. Of course, like most gatherings, dinner wasn't just about eating; it was also a place to discuss plans.