My goodness, this Old Li has no martial ethics. Before Mr. Liu could react, he had already picked up the chopsticks and picked up several pieces.
Chen Jun cut the pig's head into neat pieces, and each slice was not very thick, so the seasoning was evenly distributed.
After putting a few slices of pork head into his mouth, Lao Li indeed tasted a spicy flavor.
But this spiciness is fragrant, not the dry kind.
After chewing a few bites carefully, Lao Li couldn't help but shiver all over.
“Hiss, huh~hiss~”
A little spicy, but acceptable.
"No, I ate too fast just now and didn't taste anything. Let me have a few more pieces." As he said that, he picked up another piece of food with chopsticks in front of Master Liu.
"Huh~hiss~it feels so good."
Old Li touched his forehead and found a thin layer of sweat.
After eating these few bites of pig head, not only my stomach felt warm, but my whole body also felt warm.
"You kid!" When Grandpa Liu saw that Lao Li was still trying to pick up his chopsticks, he immediately became unhappy.
I'm letting you taste it, not letting you eat your fill. Do you understand?
"Hahaha." Old Li smiled awkwardly when he saw that his actions were seen through.
Then he said to Master Liu, "It's really delicious. I'll go buy one from the boss, and then go home to get a bottle of wine. Master Liu, shall we have a couple of drinks at noon?"
Master Liu nodded and said, "I'll make it, but you can't buy it from the cooked food owner. He doesn't sell it."
"What the hell? You don't want to sell it?" Old Li was immediately confused.
I haven’t even had enough of it yet, and you tell me this thing isn’t for sale?
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