After the distribution was complete, Tui Zi hurriedly picked it up, ignoring the scorching heat of the porridge, and drank the hot porridge in large gulps.
The porridge was scorching, burning his tongue with each mouthful, but he didn't care.
Due to the addition of black pork, there was an oily taste in the porridge, making An Sheng feel the urge to weep in delight; it was so damn delicious.
The porridge included rice, sweet potato, and black pork, making it very comforting to eat.
But no one was talking, all focused on drinking their porridge.
In less than two minutes, they had gulped down the entire pot of porridge.
The remaining steel pot still had some porridge sticking on it.
But Brother Chen had always been fair in his actions.
Even if it was just a single grain of rice, as long as he had it, he'd share it equally with the brothers.
Brother Chen simply poured the brewed wild tea into it and divided it again.
