If it were any other matter, Brother Xiaodu would simply laugh it off as a joke.
But the Pork Lard Residue was right in front of them, who among these iron-hearted men could resist such temptation?
He nodded solemnly.
"I can eat half a bowl by myself!"
Wow!
Everyone looked at him with bewildered eyes.
There was only one bowl, and it's the small stainless steel type. They've got ten big guys in total; if you eat half a bowl by yourself, what do the rest eat?
Just the northwest wind!
Because of this, Xiaosun stepped forward and directly took the bowl from Song Tan's hands:
"No need for formality, no need for formality. This is just a small matter, not worth mentioning... Come, come, come, I'll hold the bowl since it's heavy."
While they were gathered at the door chatting, suddenly they saw a few strangers squeezing in through the courtyard gate—it was Zhu Xin, who had disappeared at the kitchen door but reappeared quickly!
