"Burp."
"Burp."
"Burp."
After three loud burps, Dong Shi struggled to swallow the Four Happiness Rolls in his mouth, looking somewhat troubled as he glanced at the half-eaten roll in his hand, pleading silently for his elder brother's help.
His eyes were full of: Save me, save me, brother, help me eat half of this!
Dong Li also had half of a Four Happiness Roll left uneaten in his hand. He ignored his brother's plea for help and continued to gnaw on his own, with a blank stare and a numb expression, showing no appreciation for the delicious treat, just a sense of urgency to finish the snack in front of him.
In Huang's Kitchen, everyone was eating Four Happiness Rolls, each person in a different state, but the feeling expressed by everyone was the same.
They couldn't eat anymore.
But there was one exception.
That was Shi Dadan, sitting at the entrance of the kitchen, already with his exclusive little stool, a small table, and a dedicated seat.
