It wasn't that Will was stingy with the soup; he was just worried it might make the little girl sick.
The main ingredient for this tureen of soup was a donkey penis he had bought at a high price from the countryside. The average person couldn't get their hands on something like this. He'd had his wife stew only half of it, putting the other half in the fridge for later. This stuff was hard to find; it was usually reserved even before the donkey was slaughtered.
'He had no idea what was going on. Life was getting better and better, so why were men losing their edge?'
"Everyone, drink up!"
Master Feng grew even more displeased. Will was singling him out in front of guests, making him look petty. Even if this pot of soup had been brewed with a hundred-year-old ginseng, he was going to make sure everyone had some today.
