"Burp, I feel like today is the only day I've been full in my life. It's a pity that my stomach is too small. Otherwise, I think I can still eat two more dishes." Jiang ronghao clutched his stomach and wished he could just collapse into the chair.
"You little brat, are you saying that we didn't feed you well since you were young?" Jiang Fugui blew at his beard and glared at him.
At the same time, he loosened the leather belt to see if there was room for another dish. The main reason was that it was so delicious that he felt like he could eat another one if he didn't die from overeating.
"That's true. Without boss Yuan's craftsmanship, it's useless to eat dragon meat every day," Jiang ronghao said honestly.
