Lynch didn't believe Mr. Truman was unaware of what was happening. Considering this was a public place without confidentiality, he shook his head, "Let's hope the Lord blesses Gafura, everything will pass."
Mr. Truman nodded with a smile, "Yes, no matter what the disaster is, it will pass one day."
Not long after, the restaurant owner brought over the food for the two.
The beef rib was a boneless rib, a large piece weighing about a pound, with its bone-removal marks clearly visible.
The membrane used to wrap tightly around the bone hadn't completely shrunk, leaving some space in the middle, suggesting it had just been deboned.
Above the plate was a pork sausage, about half a pound. In such a roadside ordinary restaurant, if the dining cost is not low, the owner had better give more.
Ordinary people have only two demands when eating; either it's cheap or it fills them up.
