Of course, even though Wu Hai despised him, he always had the air of a general when he ate. His manner was so imposing that he could swallow mountains and rivers, and his actions were so Swift that he could sweep away the clouds.
However, no matter when Wu Hai finished eating, Mao Xiong's food would also be finished at the same time. After all, he was also the No. 2 of the good-for-nothing competition.
"Fat Bear, why are you eating so fast?" Wu Hai asked.
"Because I have to follow in big brother Hai's footsteps," Mao Xiong replied.
Wu Hai nodded his head. It seemed to make sense.
It was different for the grandpa. Maybe it was because of his family's upbringing, or because he liked to drink tea, but he ate slowly and elegantly with the grandma.
When the two were compared, it was like the polar opposite.
