It’s My Battlefield

 Everyone sitting around the table was shocked when Qin Guan pulled a big piece of streaky pork to his shallow china bowl, which was already filled with rice.

 Hu Jun felt frustrated. The man was famous for his appetite for meat.

 Judging by Qin Guan’s speed, the others would have nothing to eat but his leftovers.

 Unwilling to submit, Hu Jun picked up his chopsticks again, ready to fight.

 Qin Guan inserted his chopsticks into the meat. The pork skin on the crisp and soft meat was tender and elastic.

 After chewing it a few times, the meat melted in one’s mouth.

 The tasty sauce made everyone feel like they were flying.

 It was the perfect match for the soft-boiled, milled rice of the Zhejiang Province.

 Piece by piece, Qin Guan began to gorge himself. Everyone else was watching Qin Guan and Hu Jun compete with each other. Sister Xue nearly buried her face into her bowl.