"Ah, so fragrant!"
In the basement, Shao Baxing cradled a large pork knuckle with both hands, half of his face covered in grease, and sighed contentedly.
Xiao Feng shook his head and sighed, mentally noting that no one could escape the allure of true fragrance.
The indomitable Shao Baxing reveals his true self in the face of pork knuckles...
On reflection, there's quite a bit of irony here.
"Hey, old man, you've already had five pork knuckles; you should be full by now, right?" Old Ha asked, eyes wide open.
In his opinion, even the biggest eater, Iron Doll, would have such an appetite.
Shao Baxing wiped his mouth and exhaled deeply, saying, "This is only half full. I need two more bowls, no, basins of rice and another knuckle, and preferably half a pound of sweet potato liquor."
"That's enough, I'm afraid you'll overeat," Xiao Feng interjected to stop him.
