Looking at this dumbfounded little fatty in front of him, the big man kept a fierce look on his face, but he was cursing inwardly. On top of the tasks assigned were unexplained, he was given such a lousy task. He couldn't hit or touch or knock but educated him like his own son. He had never received such a task. It simply made him depressed - better let him move a big rock.
"Are you eating this porridge or not? If not, go back and move stones!" The big man yelled with a gruff voice and glared at him.
Ning Lang bit his lip tearfully. With both hands holding the broken bowl with a missing corner, he was very aggrieved. None of his servants used such broken bowls nor did they drink such thin and watery porridge. He did rough work, and this was the only thing he had to eat.
"Do you have steamed buns or something? I won't eat enough with this."