"What? Xiao Tang, what's so mysterious that you had to tell me here?" Hu Xiaodong asked with a smile, curious about why he'd been called out.
In response, Tang Xiaoquan replied seriously, without a hint of a smile, "It's like this, Brother Hu, you're aware of our food reserves. I won't deny that Wei Yang's cooking is exceptional, but..."
Glancing cautiously around and confirming no one else was present, Tang Xiaoquan leaned in and lowered his voice, "But with her way of cooking, the speed at which we're consuming our food, I'm afraid..."
"How much longer can we hold on?" A change from his earlier relaxed demeanor, Hu Xiaodong turned serious upon hearing these words.
Holding up two fingers, Tang Xiaoquan said slowly and deliberately, "Two days, provided we return to the original supply method; otherwise..."
Shaking his head helplessly, Tang Xiaoquan then slowly lowered one finger.
"I... understand," Hu Xiaodong said, drawing out the words, realizing the gravity of the situation.
