"Stir-fried fatty intestines are here!"
The cartboy went into the kitchen not long ago and brought out the stir-fried fatty intestines made by Guo Xinghai. Shen Guofu looked at it, his expression instantly joyful, but upon catching Han Shuzhen's glance, he quickly cleared his throat:
"Xiao Xu, try to eat less of these greasy dishes in the future, eating too much is not good."
Han Shuzhen rolled her eyes at him:
"Stop pretending, hurry up and eat it. Start the low-fat meal again tomorrow."
"At your command, my dear wife!"
The director Han kicked him twice under the table:
"The kids are here, stop clowning around, hurry and eat, aren't you afraid of Old Tan laughing at you?"
Shen Guofu nonchalantly picked up a piece of fatty intestines and put it in his mouth:
"What's so funny about fearing one's wife? As if Old Tan doesn't fear his wife... Oh wow, these fatty intestines are really tasty, flavorful!"
Tan Yajun: "..."
Why drag me into your teasing banter?
