As he chewed, the man spat the clean bones onto the ground, naturally let go of his hand, and turned to grab the tongs in the food warmer next to him.
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Seeing the man's actions, the other man, who was just competing for the tongs, frowned.
What's going on?
Could it be that the pot of ribs is tastier than this shredded meat?
They've known each other for years and are well-acquainted with each other's habits.
Thinking of this, the man immediately added another serving of fish-flavored shredded pork for himself, then joined the other man by the ribs to wait for more food.
Whether or not these ribs are tastier than the shredded meat, they must be equally delicious, otherwise, the old chap wouldn't have abandoned it so decisively.
While waiting, his gaze swept over to the two food warmers where he saw Wang Ziqin scooping dish after dish into his lunchbox, and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.
