"Second Brother, didn't you raise quails?" Gong Zheng looked at the dish in front of him without meat, feeling really unhappy.
If someone didn't know before, that's one thing, but clearly there are many quails being raised in the back, and the number of eggs laid every day is enough to make them full.
Not to mention eating quail, although quails are small, they're still meat, and who would dislike eating meat?
But since coming here, except for a bit of meat on the first day, every other meal these days has been all vegetables, making him feel bland to the point of boredom.
Gong Tao's hand paused as he was picking up meat. Shamelessly staying here for days without saying to leave, and now even mentioning wanting to eat meat, really, who would be so thick-skinned.
"I don't have the capital to raise quails, that's Zhao Gang's work." Although there wasn't any unified story, does this need a unified story?
