"Delicious." Miao Tansheng put his elbow on the table and used it as an axis so that he can bring the crispy pork belly from the plate into his mouth. He was so happy that his fish eyes twitched, and his rosacea-infected nose seemed to have become redder.
Ling Jiezhou looked calm while he counted, "Six, seven, eight… Eat more if you want."
"Pork is still more delicious than other meat, especially this pork belly. It's not only oily, but its aroma is unique…" Miao Tansheng looked like he had not eaten pork for four hours, two days, and a week. He chewed the meat with gusto, and he looked very happy.
"Old Miao, you've earned quite a lot. Is all your money used up by your wife?" When Ling Jiezhou counted to twelve, he decided to interrupt Miao Tansheng.