Nine "lunatics" eyed the various pieces of fatty meat on the table, their gazes nearly burning with desire.
If it weren't for Ming Tianbei's whip keeping them in check, they might have come to blows!
Second Elder, looking at everyone, couldn't help but sigh and think, "These 'lunatics' really do lead a miserable life. They act like they've never eaten meat before..."
In reality, the villagers had long grown tired of pork.
He ladled a spoonful of softshell turtle soup for himself and savored it.
It had been many years since he had tasted this, but although the meat quality was not great, Little Li's culinary skills were good, and the soup he made was quite decent.
After finishing the soup, he couldn't help but speak up, looking at the many "lunatics" and said, "No need to rush; there's plenty of meat today!"
In fact, without his words, the group of lunatics soon stopped.
Because they discovered—they actually couldn't stomach this pork.
