"Quick, sit down. Have some of this tiger meat. I just boiled it, so the flavor isn't as good as what you'd get in a restaurant, but it's far more nutritious." Yang Jing dished out the tiger meat, adding some side dishes he had bought from a restaurant and a pot of steaming hot rice.
At first, Yang the Third and his son were still reserved, but Yang Jing didn't put on any airs, and the two of them relaxed considerably.
They both tried a piece of the tiger meat. The rich, savory flavor shot straight to their heads, and they took several large bites in a row.
But tiger meat was the flesh of a ferocious beast, after all. Compared to ordinary livestock, it was too nutritious, too potent. After just a few bites, sweat beaded on their foreheads, and their faces flushed bright red. They couldn't swallow another bite and could only eat some vegetables to relieve the effect.
