Fattie complained and picked up a drinking glass to take a sip, but when he heard Nanheng's words, he nearly squirted the water out of his mouth. He coughed so hard that his fat face turned red.
Ten, ten portions?
Even if he was fat, he couldn't eat so much.
He suddenly learned the feeling of being "carefully taken care of" by the Boss. He smacked his lips silently and dared not utter a single word.
But the main problem had nothing to do with steak and pork bone rice, didn't it?
What mattered was that Boss was sitting next to Feng Ling now!
Feng Ling pushed forward the food in front of her. "No need. I can't eat all of these. I can give the extra four to Fattie."
Fattie quickly shook his head and waved his hands, looking at Nanheng for help.