Three people sharing a single chicken is just a joke, especially when the chicken is shredded like this—it feels like there's a lot less to eat than just munching on a whole chicken.
Lin Bin poked around with his chopsticks in the lunchbox for quite a while. "Damn, you two are really ruthless. Didn't you say you wouldn't eat?"
"Who knew it would taste this good?" Zhao Jianzhong was also left wanting more.
Qin Fei smacked his lips, as if doing so could make the delicious taste linger in his mouth a bit longer, "Old Wen, you should tell us, from which restaurant did you take away this cold shredded chicken? If not, we can play mahjong first and go eat it tonight."
Wen Zhiliang chuckled wryly, "I did say, but you three were busy eating—who was listening?"
"It's not from a restaurant takeaway; it's from a stall run by a young guy in the new food area of our resort. I thought it tasted good, so I packed some back for lunch."
