"No need."
Biaozi took a deep breath, looking seriously at the two burly men: "Are you full?"
"Uh... I can be full..."
"Are you full or not?"
"About 60-70%."
"Mountain Cat." Biaozi turned his head to Mountain Cat: "Go heat up some more buns, make sure these two brothers eat their fill today, put it on my tab."
...
Guard Carriage No. 7.
Everyone gathered together, looking at the two burly men surrounded in the middle. The buns, which were not small to begin with, seemed like tiny Wan Zai buns in these two men's hands, devoured one by one with great enjoyment.
"31."
"32."
With each bun Zhang Yi and Zhang Er ate, the people around them would count in unison.
Finally, when they reached 36.
Zhang Yi patted his round belly, looking at everyone, a bit embarrassed, saying: "Thank you all, everyone is really nice, it's been so long since I ate this much."
"Same here."
Zhang Er grinned with immense satisfaction.
"..."
