"Hahaha, you take your time waiting, I'm starting first!"
Zheng Yaoyang said proudly, grabbing a big piece of pork skin with his chopsticks.
The soft and glutinous texture made him feel it was all worth it, even though he hadn't really sacrificed anything.
Wait, he did sacrifice his morning sleep time.
Lin Mu smacked his hand hard, having lost in the race for food, he felt utterly embarrassed!
As he looked at his own portion, the pork knuckle had just been pulled out of the pot, and seeing Wang Fan about to act, he suddenly stopped him: "Boss, don't debone mine, just leave it as it is."
Upon hearing this, Wang Fan nodded and didn't remove the bone, directly pouring the marinade over it and placing it on the counter.
Lin Mu licked his lips and took it over, then sneered coldly at Wu Qian and Zheng Yaoyang who were devouring their meat: "You two losers, watch how your foster father shows off his skills!"
