Jiang Feng had given Zhang Zhiyuan a vivid lesson using simple words, and although Zhang Zhiyuan had missed out on the last few mouthfuls of the richest part of the thick soup, Jiang Feng believed that he had gained something far more precious than that small half-bowl of condensed essence.
A brutal lesson from people of the world.
Master-level lies from an honest man.
What Jiang Feng hadn't expected was that Zhang Zhiyuan would turn out to be the same kind of honest person as he once was. After getting over his initial shock and dazed confusion, Zhang Zhiyuan asked blankly.
"Feng, have you always had such a big appetite?"
Jiang Feng: ...
His conscience hurt.
"Yeah," Jiang Feng swallowed the last spoonful of soup, the rich flavor of yellow-braised shark's fin still lingering on his taste buds, "You've met my cousin, haven't you?"
Zhang Zhiyuan nodded; the members of the Jiang Family were the kind people you don't easily forget once you've met them.
