As Pedro took a bite of his gravy-filled fried chicken, he can't help but be teary-eyed as his mouth started to water like a hungry wolf. Then, in the next second, he wolfs down his food without leaving a single grain of garlic rice left on his plate.
"Take it easy, cousin Peds! We brought four buckets of fried chicken! I know that you missed these kinds of foods, but slow down a little bit, will you? It's not like were soldiers undergoing training, so take your time in enjoying the foods we brought, okay?" Weyron said with a smirk on his face.
At this moment, Pedro drank his water to avoid choking from the food that he gulped down in just a matter of minutes. Then, when he calmed down, he said, "You can't blame me, Wey! I've been eating roasted—if not raw, meat for more than a month."
