After chatting with Fu Xiaonan, Mu Shuangshuang got busy with matters at the restaurant.
In a private room on the third floor, after a barrel of pig slop was poured, five men were already crying with tears and snot flowing.
Their bellies were so distended they felt like they could vomit at any moment.
"No... can't eat anymore, if I eat more, I'll throw up."
Zhao Biao's follower said.
"Hmph, you say you won't eat, so you won't eat? Our boss didn't cook such good stuff for nothing. Who wants the last bit of broth?"
Huang Da asked.
The men looked at each other, not daring to speak up.
Finally, Huang Er said: "The little ones won't eat, so let's reward the big ones."
Zhao Biao had already eaten the most, and now they wanted to force-feed him more, he became anxious.
"Sir, I know I was wrong, I won't come here to cause trouble anymore."
"I really know I was wrong, I'm sorry... boohoo..."
