Lucas Shen squatted on the side and watched Fatty Qi busying himself. He first set up the stove and stuffed the firewood into the stove. It was all pine wood, but with a few layers of paper underneath. After it was lit, it started to crackle. Then he took a basin to the kitchen to collect water and started to scrub the pot. The pot had not been used for more than ten years. He scrubbed it many times. He also found a piece of fat in the refrigerator, cut it into thick slices, threw it into the pot and started to refine the pot. He didn't consider it finished until the whole pot was soaked with oil. Then he scrubbed the pot twice more and finally filled the pot with water.
Lucas Shen said, "I hope calling you here won't affect your restaurant business."
Fatty Qi smiled and said, "I rarely cook now. It doesn't matter whether the restaurant has me or not."
The two chatted casually. Fatty Qi was too fat, and it was too uncomfortable to see him squatting there burning the fire. Lucas Shen said, "There is a stool in the study lounge. Go get one. It's too uncomfortable to see you squatting there."
Fatty Qi was not polite and entered the study lounge. There were six antique round stools on both sides of the tea table. He stepped in and reached out to pick up one. Then he felt something was wrong. He lifted the stool, sniffed it with his nose, and used his fingernails to remove a piece of paint from the bottom of the stool leg. After careful observation, he found that it was just an ordinary ash tree, which made him even more suspicious.
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