Tang Ying also had a craving; when she thought too hard during class, she would get hungry easily.
Gazing at the tender and glossy chicken, her stomach began to growl.
This was a whole chicken, and with a single pull, Yang Hongxing yanked off a drumstick.
Seeing her eat like that, Tang Ying followed suit.
The chicken was delicious, and the mother and daughter ate with mouths wide open. The chicken was addictive; once they started, they couldn't stop.
Yang Hongxing had always been rough, and since she hadn't had dinner that evening, she cared even less about her image in front of the delicious food.
Tang Ying, influenced by her, also let go of her inhibitions, munching away without concern for appearances, smearing her mouth and hands with grease.
They ate as if they hadn't had a meal in days.
They were also eating loudly; the crunching of meat and the smacking sounds drew disdainful glances from guests at nearby tables.
