Lu Ruisheng understood Secretary Wen's intention and laughed, "I'll be sending some buns to my dad later, and I'll bring two for Uncle Wen."
At this point, food was the most appealing thing; these people had contributed a lot to the base, they were nice people, and he was willing to help his father maintain relationships with his colleagues.
Upon hearing this, Secretary Wen's eyes and eyebrows perked up immediately, "Then I won't be polite. We always say that the Base Chief is lucky, which we can't envy. If I can nibble something to satisfy my craving, I would be content."
Lu Jianguo looked at Secretary Wen and said with a laugh, "These kids have spoiled me with delicacies lately; I didn't organize anything. The thing is, this kid also has skills. We lack nothing. I thought I'd compensate my son when I found him, but in the end, I wasn't of any help to him. Instead, I've given them reasons to worry."
There was a clear hint of boast in his words.
