Pan Cheng walked out of the restaurant, and there were two insulated boxes sitting by the car. The contents remained untouched.
Xu Tao, with a face flushed from drinking, swayed slightly as he leaned his head to look at Pan Cheng from behind. His hands were behind his back, and it seemed as though his heels couldn't find solid ground. He let out a burp and asked,
"Didn't you already load them into the car?"
Pan Cheng withdrew his gaze, appearing indifferent, as he made excuses for himself, "She's thin-skinned, afraid of outsiders talking."
"Afraid of a bottle of water, or what?" Xu Tao was too drunk to catch Pan Cheng's drift. "Where should I move these boxes?"
Just after he asked, the sound of a car starting up left him turning to see Pan Cheng's car driving away.
"Not taking the insulated boxes? If not, I'll take them." Xu Tao stacked the two boxes and picked them up, thinking they were perfect for storing ice-cold beer at the chicken farm.