"Was last night's turkey and roast goose good?" Zhou Li handed the phone back to Brother Nan.
"The turkey was tough, the roast goose was okay, but I'm not a fan of goose meat," Brother Nan critiqued. "Also, their flavors aren't that great; this country can't cook at all."
"Is that so?"
"What do you think?"
"I think so too."
"Echo!"
"..."
Hearing them talk about the turkey and roast goose, Tuanzi, who had been burying her head in her bowl, couldn't hold back anymore. She lifted her head, rice grains still sticking to her mouth, and complained to Zhou Li, "Zhou Ni, did you guys eat too, meow? Last night, Huai Xu only gave Lord Dumpling a tiny bit!"
"Really?" Zhou Li showed concern.
"Yes!" Tuanzi said earnestly, gesturing with her little paws. "Those two were so big, and he only gave Lord Dumpling this little~~"
"Oh." Zhou Li expressed regret.
"Such a silly cat!" Huai Xu frowned. "How much can you possibly eat?"
