The rice cakes were toasted to a golden brown crisp, the front end slightly covered with brown chicken broth. The strong aroma of chestnuts was so dominating, as soon as the dish was served, everyone instinctively reached for it with their chopsticks!
Aunt Lianhua came over with a steamer and couldn't help but laugh, "Don't eat too much, there are sweet potatoes too, watch out for farting under the blankets at night."
Zhang Yanping, who had been farting all afternoon, was fearless: "I'm not sharing a blanket with anyone else, I can stink up my own space!"
He spoke nonchalantly, but regretted it as soon as he started eating: "I really shouldn't have eaten so many sweet potatoes this afternoon!"
"You're such a dummy."
Wu Lan critiqued him: "You were gobbling down two or three right there in the field. Get busy with something else when you get back; you even took away the half that Xin Jun was eating."
