The brats cried and fussed, running over again to snatch the braised pork.
The adults did not stop them.
Very soon, a few brats ran to Ding Ning's table, not even asking, reaching directly for the braised pork.
Since practicing cultivation, Ding Ning had become very nimble. After all, she was already a young girl, albeit a thin one.
She swiftly picked up the braised pork from the table, even though she had only eaten one piece.
When the brats came to snatch, she turned quickly, raised the plate of braised pork, and grabbed her own bowl of rice.
Then she quickly walked a few steps away, and the brats couldn't catch her, unable to snatch what they desired.
"Useless thing, give me the braised pork!"
"Useless thing, you're just useless; what right do you have to eat braised pork?"
"It's my braised pork; I want to eat braised pork."
