"I'm back, just got up the stairs."
"Okay, Grandma."
Tan Wenbin didn't go upstairs to find Xiao Yuan, but ran to the workshop instead.
As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a rich aroma of meat.
"Hey, Run Sheng, you're really not playing fair, secretly roasting meat here."
Saying that, he reached over the stove, pinched a piece, and put it straight in his mouth without blowing on it.
"Phew... so hot... so hot!"
Run Sheng: "..."
"Crispy, not bad. Are you roasting pig skin here? Why not prepare some dipping sauce. Even if you don't have chili, some salt would suffice."
"Does it taste good?"
"Delicious, the meat is quite fresh."
"Want to have some more?"
"Nonsense, of course."
"Here, which piece do you want? I'll cut it for you."
Run Sheng laid out the two sets of skins on the table, "lifelike."
He was just following Xiao Yuan's instructions to destroy them, but before he could warn Tan Wenbin, the latter had already started eating.
