True food lovers all have one trait: they really like to stuff their mouths full and then chew vigorously.
Fang Zhizhong is just like that. He had just swallowed his last bite and immediately scooped another mouthful of fried rice into his mouth. The portions of these two servings of fried rice are definitely large enough, but that didn't stop President Fang from his love for food.
The large lunch box was almost half empty in an instant, and his wolfing down the food made other customers drool.
"Hey, bro, let me ask you, is the fried rice really that good?" Old Zhao asked, trying to suppress his dry throat.
Although today they also queued up to buy something, Old Zhao and Guo Aiping's spots were relatively near the front. At that time, Chen Mo's dishes were still quite complete.
So, Old Zhao naturally bought egg dumplings, two bowls of pork innards porridge, and a serving of spicy diced chicken.
Logically speaking, for a midnight snack, that amount should be enough to get full.
