"Damn, the host's expression seems rather cheeky, is it genuine, or is he just teasing us on purpose?"
"+1 to the brother above, maybe the food is disgusting, and he's just making us drool on purpose."
"Whether it's on purpose or not I don't know, but seeing the host drink soup made the covered rice in my hand instantly lose its fragrance."
"Don't just drink soup, arrange some swan meat for us too. We can't eat it, but at least we can look."
"Arrange a wave of swan meat!"
The bunch of guys instantly got noisy again.
Lin Yang wasn't muddled either. He used his homemade pine chopsticks to clip in the jar, and quickly lifted out a plump thigh.
Without any superfluous words, he just tucked in with large bites.
Swan meat is firm and tasty without the gamey flavor of domestic poultry.
The feeling was like when you were a kid watching Jigong eat dog legs on TV; the deliciousness was indescribable.
