Shazhu didn't say anything and kept it a secret.

Xu Damao also smelled the fragrance and thought that Sha Zhu had done a good job.

"Good job, Silly."

"You're just leaving like that?"

When Sha Zhu saw Xu Damao was about to leave, he stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Xu Damao asked puzzledly.

"Will you give me a taste?"

"I'll give you a taste."

"You are too stingy." Sha Zhu complained.

Sha Zhu picked up a piece with chopsticks and tasted it. It was really delicious.

Sha Zhu planned to do the same with his own.

When others saw Shazhu trying it, they wanted to try it too.

Xu Damao saw that more and more people were coming, and he realized that what he had wasn't enough to feed so many people.

Xu Damao took it and ran away.

"Xu Damao, don't run away. I haven't tasted it yet."

When Xu Damao heard the sound behind him, he ran even faster.

Before I could even eat it, someone else had eaten it.

Xu Damao returned to the Propaganda Department, and now there is no one in the Propaganda Department.

Everyone went out to draw the blackboard newspaper, leaving Xu Damao alone.

Xu Damao picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

One bite and the fragrance lingers in your mouth.

What Shazhu cooks is really good, and the ingredients are fresh.

Food made with fresh ingredients tastes great.

Xu Damao felt that the two dollars were well worth it.

Soon, Xu Damao finished eating all the meat.

He even licked the soup clean.

No need to wash the dishes.

After dinner, Xu Damao lay on the sofa.

It feels so comfortable.

It would be nice if I could eat it every day.

The more I eat this, the more I want to eat it.

Xu Damao became addicted to it and wanted to eat it every day.

His salary is not enough for Xu Damao to eat every day.

Besides, there isn’t that much of this stuff available. How is it possible to eat it every day?

Even if it is a slaughterhouse, it is impossible to eat it every day.

Xu Damao, who was full, lay on the sofa and didn't want to move at all.