"Gu Yang!" Zhao Jun shouted toward the courtyard. "Come on in, and bring your bowl!"
"Yeah!" Gu Yang called back, walking inside with his bowl.
When Jiang Zhou's wife saw that Zhao Jun was the one speaking, she didn't dare to intervene, and even flashed a smile at him.
When Gu Yang reached the table, Zhao Jun motioned for him to sit down, slid the plate of braised Bear's Paw over, and told him, "Eat this."
There had been twelve plates of braised Bear's Paw in total, and only this table and the one where Li Baoyu was sitting had any left.
To others, this Bear's Paw was a delicacy. But for Zhao Jun and his group, they had long since grown tired of it.
But when had Gu Yang ever eaten something like this? He reached out, grabbed a Bear's Paw, and began tearing off the remaining meat and tendons with big bites.
Zhao Jun watched with a smile as Gu Yang finished the Bear's Paw and then polished off all the other leftover food on the table.
