After hearing this, Granny Jing imagined a braised lion's head, a real lion's head, and she felt instantly terrified.
A lion so large, its head so massive, how could a toothless person possibly get a whole lion's head in their mouth, let alone slowly chew it?
However, when Tang Huai spoke those words, Granny Jing noticed Yang Jinghai's adam's apple visibly protruding as he tilted his neck back, swallowing several times.
That was the action of incessantly swallowing saliva at the sight of delicious food.
Was braised lion's head really that delicious?
Where had Tang Huai, that rascal, gone to find a lion?
And even if she found a lion, who would help her kill it, to take the lion's head off?
Even the toothless could slowly chew, and the scent of green onions was pervasive... No matter how terrifying the lion's head was, at the thought of that flavor, Granny Jing also made the gesture of swallowing saliva, just like Yang Jinghai.