Zhao Yan rubbed his belly, which was swollen from overeating, and watched with a smile as Madam Chen and Zhao Yun bantered back and forth. In any case, it wasn’t his job to raise the livestock; he had to focus on his studies and lacked the time for such chores, so he left the decision of whether to keep them up to Madam Chen and the others.
Zhao Gao remained silent from start to finish. He spent the entire time either placing meat in their bowls or ladling out soup, his service standard rivaling that of a waiter at a high-end hot pot restaurant. Zhao Yan and the others’ bowls were never empty; there was always meat or soup being added. If Zhao Yan hadn't finally stopped Zhao Gao's hand, he would have been forced to gnaw on another piece.
Although the pig trotters were delicious, one could only eat so much. Zhao Yan was already feeling a bit cloyed, and his stomach was so full it felt tight; eating any more would shift from a pleasure to a torment.
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