They scooped up a spoonful of the whip soup, and honestly, it was pretty good; no fishy taste, and the flavor was quite delicious.
"Tsk tsk, this Third Brother's cooking skills are definitely top-notch. It seems that that old lady who declared war on eleven countries is a foodie too. Otherwise, why would she keep such a skilled person by her side?"
Ye Ling exclaimed in admiration at the taste and the two of them began to drink and eat heartily.
They devoured the meat in big bites, grease dribbling down their chins, and gulped down the alcohol, not caring a bit when it splashed on their clothes.
The two resembled the wandering heroes from TV dramas or novels, without any restraint, completely letting loose, and then they started to feast voraciously.
This is what being a man is all about. What's the point of being all prim and proper all the time, nibbling away like a wimp?
