Wang Laozhu was even worried that if he ate slowly, he wouldn't be able to get a second helping soon, so he just kept his head down and slurped the noodles, fearing that speaking two more words would waste precious time.
He just nodded casually and grunted a few times in response.
The people planning to mooch a meal also felt awkward; at a peasant family's dinner, it wouldn't matter much if you took a steamed bun and returned a pancake later. That seemed fair.
But the Wang Family was eating chicken soup noodles, with actual pieces of chicken visible and the noodles made of white flour—clearly they had gone the extra mile.
After eating such a meal, what could you offer in return?
So, after a couple more compliments and with the scent of chicken soup filling their senses, they slowly returned to their own fields, eating the rice from their own bowls.
In no time at all, the two large basins of noodles were wiped clean.
