Tong Sanlang stared at the white, tantalizing rice and the appetizing dried green beans, his stomach growling even louder, and saliva began to pool in his mouth.
He swallowed his saliva dejectedly and then turned to Tong Sanlang with a hint of complaint in his tone, "You actually made me eat leftovers, are you still my brother?"
Tong Sanlang looked up at the sky, at a loss for words, "Second Brother, this was made by Xiaomai herself, even our father didn't get any."
"Then why didn't you cook something just for me?" Tong Erlang continued to swallow saliva, and the reproach in his mouth persisted.
He really felt wronged!
"I'm busy."
"Busy with what?"
"Busy earning money."
Upon hearing this, Tong Erlang pursed his lips, he liked earning money as well, but was too lazy, preferring to lie around and count money without moving.
No, just lying around eating and drinking would do.
