"..."
Lin Xu watched everyone scrambling, feeling like he was competing with classmates for a spicy hot pot in the school cafeteria. He didn't disturb them, exchanged a quick glance, and left the private room, returning to the second floor.
In front of the booth, Shen Guofu poured himself another glass of liquor. At this moment, he was happily gnawing on a piece of a goose wing, taking a couple of bites of meat, then sipping some liquor.
Ah, this feeling is truly pleasant.
"Little Xu really did a great job, it pairs well with both food and drink. The meat is firm and chewy, delicious. Such a tasty dish, I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Lin Xu sat down, pulled a piece of goose leg meat from the pot into his bowl, and said with a smile:
"There's still a pot of fatty intestines in the kitchen, it's made the same way, once it's ready, everyone should try it."
Fatty intestines?
Shen Guofu instantly forgot what he just said:
