"Of course."
Pork Rong said with a smile, "This piece of meat was meticulously chosen by me. If it's not good meat, I wouldn't offer it to you, after all, my body doesn't have much fat to spare."
"..."
The family of three listened, somewhat perplexed, not understanding what he meant.
Turning around, they saw Pork Rong slowly lifting his clothes, revealing a large hole in his stomach.
Pointing to the hole in his belly, he shook his head and said, "You see, from head to toe, it's just this bit of meat on the side of the waist that has some fat, it smells good, and tastes even better."
With a snap.
The meat that the young boy had just picked up fell to the ground, his eyes filled with horror.
"Eat it?"
Pork Rong angrily said, "Why not eat? If you don't eat, my meat gets thrown away, such a waste!"
He lunged forward, angrily exclaiming, "I want your hearts! Are your merciless hearts black?"
"Run! There's an evil spirit!"
