Mutual Help
編輯: Henyee Translations
Guo Dayou could be ignorant of tea leaves, but he could not be ignorant of taste. He had lived for more than half his life and had never eaten meat fresher than this. There was no way that this was dead pork.
It tasted so damn good!
Guo Dayou was so engrossed in eating that he forgot to wonder how the extremely poor Yu family could afford such a large table of meat dishes.
Du Jinhua had also forgotten her manners. She was chewing with her mouth, holding a piece of meat with her hand and getting another meat with her chopsticks from time to time. She was poking around with her chopsticks and even poked the rice into the dishes.
Yu Song was so angry that his face turned green.
By the time Uncle and Aunt finally finished cooking the egg custard and served it, the plates on the table had already turned into a tragic sight.
Aunt clenched her fists and took a deep breath.