Mad Blade saw Yang Fei and began cursing under his breath.
"Instructor, you're always hiding from us, feasting and drinking. Can't you include us in this indulgent routine of yours?"
Yang Fei's mouth was stuffed with meat, and he retorted with a laugh.
"Get real, you two guys always mooch off meals and drinks, but when it's time to settle the month's tab, where do you vanish to, huh?"
Mad Blade made a sour face, the picture of shamelessness.
"We're used to the army's big cafeteria, and now that we're out of the system, we can only rely on the instructor's grub, so let's begin!"
He reached out to grab some steamed goose, but Fan Yi silently snatched away a piece first.
Yang Fei let out a sly laugh and brought a whole platter of steamed goose closer to himself.
"This goose is mine, the rest of you, help yourselves."
"Damn it, you two really suck."
Mad Blade cursed foully.
He directly grabbed a piece of the tender braised pig's knuckle and put it on his plate.
