Leader Hao laughed heartily as he passed the bowl to Fang Huai, the admiration in his gesture almost spilling over from the envy of the cadres at the two tables nearby.
Political Commissar Wu also burst into laughter, "Right, right, right, I want a bowl too!"
Mayor Liu smiled lightly, raising his bowl as if to gild the lily.
One person, serving so many leaders soup, that was treatment.
Here and now, to take a sip of the soup Fang Huai served was even more a sign of support.
Fang Huai held the ladle and dished out soup with a foolish grin, one bowl for you, one for him, making Old Zhang feel rather sour.
This is my nephew, why is he always playing the dutiful son for others?
Seeing Detachment Captain Li and Political Commissar Cheng lining up, he didn't bother to lift his bowl anymore, stood up directly, and said somewhat imperiously,
"Little Fang! Hand over the ladle after you're done! I have to snatch a sip too! The soup will be gone!"
"Hahaha..."