"Brother, how about we spar later?" Gong Kaishan looked at the Iron Child who was busy shoveling rice into his mouth.
Iron Child paused for a moment, nodded, and said, "I'm always ready."
Li Ying glanced at Gong Kaishan but didn't say anything.
Old Ha stood up and said to Gong Kaishan, "You should eat something too?
Don't make excuses later that you lost because you were hungry and didn't perform well."
"Fine, I'll eat!" Gong Kaishan got two sets of bowls and chopsticks, gave one to Li Ying, took one for himself, and sat down to eat.
Meanwhile, Hua Ling and the little girl seemed to be competing against each other.
The competition was all about whose appetite was bigger.
In fifteen minutes, both were so stuffed they couldn't stand, sitting on the chairs and continuously hiccupping.
"Still, I won... I ate more... two extra mouthfuls of rice..." Hua Ling could hardly speak a coherent sentence.
