So now there is no need to hope for too much.
She was thankful to Zhang Rongfang for agreeing to her plea.
"No need to be polite. Anyway, I'm hungry, and it's just right to mooch a meal off you," Zhang Rongfang said with a smile.
"Then please don't stand on ceremony," Wanyan Road knew it was a polite remark.
"Alright, then I won't be shy," Zhang Rongfang nodded.
Immediately, he picked up a steamed pig trotter in front of him and began to gnaw.
He ate with great gusto and at a fast pace.
Especially now, with his eighth-grade body, the daily consumption from practicing martial arts was large, and his appetite grew significantly.
Soon, half an hour later.
Five pig feet, four trotters, three pounds of rice, fifteen eggs, and five pounds of various fruits and vegetables all went down Zhang Rongfang's stomach.
It's not that he's greedy, but the taste was really good.
On normal days, he always restrained himself, eating only eighty percent full, five meals a day.
