The C-city all-gates meeting had been going on from morning to high noon, finally breaking for lunch.
Qu Guo'an queued up with his tray, two buns, two scoops of vegetables, one meat, and one vegetarian dish that made mouths water just looking at them.
After finding a spot to sit, he leaned to his right and whispered to Tang Zelin next to him.
"When will our safe zone get this kind of treatment?"
Tang Zelin looked at him, as Qu pointed at the "fine dishes" on his tray. Tang Zelin bit into a bun, thought for a moment, "Why not, I'll ask the group captain to plead for you, get you transferred here? Eat wheat buns every day?"
Qu Guo'an glared at him, "Am I the type to abandon my brothers for my own enjoyment?"
"You could be," Tang Zelin teased.
"Get lost."