Ye Feng did not say anything, he just wanted to finish the plate of rice, and in the end, he still had one last bite left and couldn't wait to finish it all. He turned his head and glared at Li San, "Li San, come and try it, is this the taste of the Golden Fried Rice?"
Li San, enduring the pain in his butt, limped forward. Seeing that there was still a mouthful left in the bowl, he forcefully endured the humiliation and grinned, "From the looks of the rice, it really does look like the Golden Fried Rice?"
"Like?"