Senior Brother Zhou was a real glutton.
A much bigger glutton than himself, in fact.
When Qin Fang was full, he watched as Senior Brother Zhou continued to gorge himself. At least seven or eight catties of meat had gone into his stomach, yet he showed no signs of being full at all.
The master's wife, on the other hand, seemed completely used to it. She watched from the side with a gentle, kind smile. "Slow down, slow down. There's still more."
Qin Fang could only stare, dumbfounded... This was almost four or five times his own appetite.
He had bought over ten catties of pork belly when he came this morning. The master's wife had apparently cooked it all in one go. He and the master's wife hadn't eaten much; most of it had gone into Zhou Xing's mouth. In the end, not only had Zhou Xing finished the entire table full of food, but he had also stuffed down two or three large steamed buns before letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Master's wife, your cooking is incredible!"
