A drop of yellow-brown sauce slowly slid down the plump striations of the chicken leg and dripped onto the pointy white rice.
But at that moment, Qian Fu didn't care about that at all. With one in each hand, he bit into the braised chicken leg, yanked hard, and the delicious flavor reached the tip of his tongue. The taste of meat filled his mouth, leaving him with a face full of satisfaction.
Still, he felt it wasn't enough. As he ate, he kept his eyes on the plate, worried that Chen Hongyu sitting next to him would snatch it away.
Across from them, Li Huowang watched their eating manners with a speechless face, feeling a bit of regret for inviting them over to his place.
"Come on, eat more, there's still more." Sun Xiaoqin came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of chicken legs and smiling, her hair permed into curls again.
"Mom, stop cooking, there's already enough."
Sun Xiaoqin didn't say anything, but Yang Na reached out from under the table and pinched Li Huowang hard.
