"*Burp~~~~~~~~*"
Zhang San, patting his distended belly, said to Ximen Jinxing by his side, "I'm really sorry."
Just moments ago, under the persuasion of his four aunties, Zhang San had eaten an entire table full of delicious food.
Zhang San finally understood why Ximen Jinxing was slim and trim, but the four aunties were as sturdy as four stone lions.
Was this a meal meant for one person?
If he hadn't been practicing his Cultivation Technique to aid digestion while eating, he feared it wouldn't have been just his inner clothes that burst.
Luckily, the coat was loose-fitting, so after eating, Zhang San changed into a new outfit in Ximen Jinxing's room.
At the moment, Zhang San, touching his belly that seemed six months pregnant, shook his head and said, "I think I won't be able to practice archery today. Forget it, I'll talk about it tomorrow. I should go back and digest a bit first."
Ximen Jinxing also had a face full of embarrassment.