A drop of yellow-brown sauce slowly slid down the plump striations of the chicken leg and dripped onto the mound of white rice.
But Qian Fu couldn't care less. With a chicken leg in each hand, he bit into one and yanked hard. The delicious flavor hit the tip of his tongue, and the meaty aroma filled his mouth, leaving him with a look of pure satisfaction. Still, it wasn't enough. As he ate, he kept his eyes on the plate, worried Chen Hongyu would snatch the rest away.
Across from them, Li Huowang watched the way they were eating, speechless. He was starting to regret inviting them over.
"Here, here, have some more! There's plenty!" Sun Xiaoqin said with a smile as she came out of the kitchen holding another plate of chicken legs, her hair freshly permed into curls.
"Mom, stop cooking. We have more than enough."
Sun Xiaoqin didn't say anything, but Yang Na reached out from under the table and pinched Li Huowang hard.
