"Oh, Xiaolu, this chicken foot is delicious. Try it quickly." Fan Qianqian picked up another chicken foot. She still used her tongue to roll around the meat, not letting go of any piece.

Xiaolu buried himself in the fresh globefish soup. His lips opened and closed. He seemed to be enjoying it, but he didn't have any interest in the chicken feet.

He shook his hand and said, "I raised chickens when I was young. The chicken feet were the dirtiest parts. They would step ...