Chen Yan ate a whole bowl of braised chicken, tore off half of a steamed chicken, and forced himself to drink two more bowls of chicken soup, nibbling on a few pieces of chicken breast and a wing.
He felt like he was about to throw up.
Lu Sisi had tried her best to help, but how much can an eighteen-year-old girl really eat? After gnawing on a single drumstick, she was already full.
Chen Yan, feeling like his stomach was about to burst, could only support his waist as he got up to take a walk, pulling Lu Sisi out of the courtyard to stroll around the village.
They had just reached the corner when they saw a middle-aged man in his forties approaching from the roadside. Chen Yan recognized him as Uncle Niu's oldest son and stopped to call out, "Uncle Niu."
