Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Five: Open for Business

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A convenience store?

Where is there a convenience store here?

Zhou Chengzhi tried sniffing the contents of the bag, and just one whiff was enough—those chicken legs were damn delicious! The little guy had only eaten one and left three for him.

Feeling a twinge in his nose, he laid out the chicken legs, steamed buns, and soup on the table and said to his son, "Thank you, Yangyang, for saving some tasty food for Daddy. Let's eat our meal together first."

Zhou Yang cheered and pulled two small stools over, sitting obediently and waiting to eat. Today's meal was a lavish feast.

Of the three remaining chicken legs, father and son ate one each, saving the last one. Zhou Chengzhi felt the craving that had been gnawing at his stomach these past few days finally settle down. Not only did the chicken legs smell good, but they tasted great too. To think, it had been over a month since they'd had a taste of meat.