Xiong Guobing was tricked by Lin Chuxijin, and as he wished, he moved into the largest Mongolian yurt.
The yurt was dome-shaped, like a gigantic steamed bun. The internal structure was composed of wooden poles and felt. The wooden poles supported the entire structure, while the felt enveloped the exterior, forming a dome-shaped living space.
The scent of Tibetan incense was incredibly pleasant, and there was milk tofu being air-dried in the room, emitting a milky fragrance. There were also guitars, horsehead fiddles, and horse gear, all readily available.
Xiong Guobing was absolutely delighted and asked his son if he liked it too, only to turn around and see him already munching away!
Xiong Guobing: "..."
"Can you eat a little less? The doctor already said you're too fat. If you don't lose weight now, I'll be the one looking like a pig soon."
Xiong Zunxiang said nothing.
