869 Roast, Roast, Roasting to the Point of Crying

Squirrel kept nodding, but Fangzheng didn't have any hopes of him understanding a thing. The little guy was indeed satiated, so Fangzheng didn't give him a complete bean bun as it would likely be a waste. But Fangzheng did get a tiny knife and sliced a tiny piece of the bean bun before stuffing it into Squirrel's mouth.

When Squirrel took in the taste, his eyes immediately lit up. He exclaimed. "How delicious! Truly delicious!" In his excitement, he held his head in a dispirited manner. "Unfortunately, I can't eat much of it."

Everyone laughed when they heard that.

"Master, is there anything else?" Having Squirrel as a precedent, the other gluttons had their own thoughts. They asked first, planning to keep some room for other food if there was any. If there wasn't, they could eat more without losing out.

Fangzheng smiled. "This is only the beginning. Let's go, time to find a fire basin."