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Uncle Gong sipped iced tea with frozen dumplings while explaining the basics of superpower users to Wen Wen. After almost an hour, Wen Wen had taken several pages of notes.
Indeed, as a detective, Wen Wen's note-taking speed was also very fast, pretty much on par with a stenographer's level.
"Alright, that should be about it. You've picked my brain clean, and now my stomach's full of frozen food."
Uncle Gong stood up, patting his belly with a sigh. "Speaking of which, you young people never touch cigarettes or alcohol, and you only eat this kind of stuff. You're not really living, you know."
"I see you enjoyed it quite well," Wen Wen said with a raised eyebrow. Later, he cooked Uncle Gong another pot of dumplings, which he also polished off.
"Cough, cough, I eat these at home too. It's just that I get a bit disappointed when I can't eat anything delicious. Anyway, enough talk. I should be going. If I stay any longer, you, the youngster, might not be pleased."