Qin Shousheng flew into a rage, "Motherfucker, feeling your oats, huh? You think what I say is a fart?"
"Really can't eat..."
Li Fei couldn't stand the sight of these two grown men acting like nagging wives and kicked Qin Shousheng in the ass, sending him sprawling on the ground, almost face-planting into the dried turd that Chen Feng was pulling. "Shit, have you two figured it out yet? Who's eating first? Wait any longer and it won't taste good when it's cold!"
Goddamnit, as if it isn't even harder to eat when it's hot!
"Brother Fei, really, I just can't eat it..." Chen Feng said with a pained look on his face.
"Oh? Can't eat it, huh? Well then, let's have your boss teach you how to eat it. Come on, Beast, you're the boss, you've got to take the lead and eat shit!" Then, as if seeking everyone's agreement, Li Fei turned to the lackeys behind Qin Shousheng, "You guys agree, right?"
