Despite his injuries, Zhao Laohan’s appetite remained entirely unaffected. He polished off half the wolf meat and four eggs, yet still claimed he was only eighty percent full.
In those days, it was rare for anyone to have enough fat in their diet. Even as a hunter, Zhao Laohan lacked the skill Li Yuemin possessed to keep meat on the table at every meal. Director Zhao, earning a salary of only twenty or thirty yuan a month, lived a frugal life; opportunities to eat meat with such abandon were few and far between.
Consequently, he ate with immense satisfaction.
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