A plate of chestnuts the size of an ordinary plate only had about 20 to 30 pieces stacked on top of each other. Cooked chestnuts weren't suitable to be eaten in large quantities as they would easily accumulate. Therefore, the amount of chestnuts prepared by Yuan Zhou was just right.
For the customers who were intoxicated, it was too little.
Therefore, Fang Heng and Wang Hong quarreled again for the ownership of the last chestnut. As for whose plate it was on, they had already forgotten. Anyway, it would belong to whoever snatched it.
However, the witch was indeed a witch. In the end, Fang Heng was more skilled and ate the last one.
After eating the chestnuts, the two steaming sweet potatoes finally fell into the eyes of the crowd.
The slightly grayish-purple skin had a hint of smoke, but it was completely different from the usual roasted sweet potato.
