Lan Li sat on the small step before them, feigning distress. "We cooked so, so much food today; what if we can't finish it all?" The twins' eyes sparkled brightly. "We'll help you eat it?" Lan Li sighed. "Even you two couldn't finish it." The twins exclaimed excitedly, "Our family has so many people! Including Old Man Ditar and Mama, there are fourteen of us in total, and dozens of guests are staying here too." Lan Li clapped his hands happily. "Wonderful! Then I'll have to trouble the two handsome young men to call them over to eat, so we can finish all this food tonight!" The twins cheered and shot off to carry out the task Lan Li had assigned them.

An Junlie was busy in the kitchen and asked when Lan Li entered, "Did you invite them?" Lan Li gave him a thumbs-up. "You can trust me to handle things.

Oh, right, we seem to be out of drinks." An Junlie glanced sideways at him. "Is it appropriate for someone your age to be thinking about drinking every day?" Lan Li pouted, aggrieved, then quickly added, "Old Man Ditar and the others will definitely be drinking." An Junlie tossed his card back to him. "Go buy some.

Only enough for the adults; the children are not allowed to drink." Lan Li huffed inwardly twice, snatched the card, and bolted out the door.

He's even stricter than his own mother—hateful! The main occupation for the people in the slums of Wanjin City was piloting mining mechs on the auxiliary asteroids orbiting Wanjin City.

Those mechs were battered and broken, capable only of the most rudimentary excavation work.

When the shift bell rang, they immediately lined up and returned to the warehouse in sequence, storing the mechs that lacked spatial storage buttons before coming out to eat.

Normally, they ate in the large communal hall provided by the Ditar family.

Today, for them, only the location of the dining hall had changed.

Lan Li anticipated that the small hut couldn't accommodate everyone from the space station, so he bought a new Spatial Magic Box ahead of time, connecting it via cosmic waves to create an incomparably vast table.

As people arrived one by one, they noticed that much of what was laid out on the table wasn't the usual coarse fare they subsisted on, and they were all somewhat surprised.

Has a tycoon decided to bestow charity upon the slums? No one refused the kindness.

It was a rare occasion to avoid the unpalatable cafeteria food, which was a good thing for them.

Except for a few who were suspicious, wondering if the tycoon had ulterior motives and that they would be expected to work after eating.

Old Man Ditar chuckled. "Don't worry, everyone.

This is just the goodwill of two young men.

All the ingredients were purchased from my home, so you don't need to worry about any tricks." His words were so direct that even the most suspicious ones felt awkward about pressing the matter further. "Brother, I'm so hungry." Just