On the dining table, in front of people like Lu Qingmu and others, sat a large plate overflowing with big chunks of tender white meat, the quantity enough to shock a person, yet this was not the exaggerated part.
Before others were plates, but in front of Qin Yang was a large steel basin, roughly the size of a washbasin, filled to the brim with meat and medicinal herbs.
At the dining table of this luxurious villa, one unfamiliar might think this family hasn't eaten meat in hundreds of generations.
"This is way too much."
Lu Bingyao's face showed a hint of peculiarity. Although the aroma was quite tempting, she reckoned she couldn't eat more than a few bites. Girls love beauty, and to maintain their figure, naturally, they wouldn't eat that much meat; she hardly eats meat usually.
Hong Ye, with a slightly pale face, also sat at the dining table. Among everyone present, only she and Qin Yang knew what kind of meat this was.
