"Ol Leng, this is mine."
"This is mine. You've already eaten one plate just now. This plate is mine."
"This is mine, Ol Li. Why do you keep snatching it from me..."
"You're stealing it from me. Stop it. This is my favorite."
"Everything is your favorite."
Inside the Gong Family's dining room, the big shots acted like children as they fought over the food.
Old Master Gong, who was sitting calmly on the other side of the dining table, was eating as usual.
"Also, why is this rice so fragrant? There's a hint of sweetness in the rice. It's really delicious."
"And this corn rib soup..."
Old Master Li and Old Master Leng ate as they spoke, wishing they could swallow all the dishes on the table.
After the fight, each elder had a few plates of food placed before them.
