Yao Yulin, Zhihua, Xiaoya, and Xiaoqin all nodded frantically and started picking up food with their chopsticks.
"Hahaha, then eat more."
The friend burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over.
Suddenly, the only sounds at the table were the slurping of chewing and the clinking of food between people.
…
After a whirlwind of activity, everyone finished their hot pot meal with great satisfaction.
"Amazing!! Absolutely amazing, this hot pot is truly irresistible!"
Old Huang slumped in his chair and let out a satisfied burp, completely unconcerned about his image.
"Hehe, if those old guys knew, they would be so envious of me."
Thinking of this, Old Huang's eyes suddenly lit up and he had a great idea. He decided to write a letter to show off as soon as he got back.
Suddenly, he pinched the fat on his stomach with a sigh. "Sigh, this is delicious, but if I eat so much every day, won't I become fat?"
Upon hearing this, Ziyou's face stiffened instantly. He quickly and cautiously turned his back to everyone and touched his stomach. When he felt that his eight-pack abs were still there, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, she still quietly went out for a walk to digest her food.
"Hahaha, Uncle Huang, don't worry, you're too thin right now. It's okay to gain a little weight!"
Yao Yulin couldn't help but tease him when she heard that.
"Too--!!"
The guilt that had just risen in Huang Lao vanished instantly. He had worked hard for the country and the people his whole life when he was young.
Why care about appearances when you're old? As long as you enjoy your food!
And so, he accepted this explanation without a second thought.
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