Sun Hao had seen that look before.
During last year's Offseason, when he invited Prigioni over for dinner, Prigioni had worn that exact expression upon seeing the barbecue.
Little Gasol was definitely a foodie!
And compared with Prigioni, he was even more likely to be one. That chubby body said it all.
But Sun Hao did not need to worry about Little Gasol losing weight.
"What do you want to eat? It's on me."
Sun Hao spoke again.
"Really?"
Little Gasol completely gave up resisting in the face of food.
"Of course. I'm your brother's friend, and if I'm treating you, it doesn't count as something you bought."
Sun Hao continued.
Hearing that, especially the last part, Little Gasol immediately perked up and trotted over to the counter.
Hot dogs, burgers, fried chicken wraps...
Little Gasol really did not hold back.
Sun Hao could not stop smiling as he paid.
Little Gasol could really eat. No wonder he had gotten so fat.
Little Gasol chatted with Sun Hao while eating, already treating Sun Hao like a friend.
During their conversation, Sun Hao gained a deeper understanding of his older brother, Pau Gasol.
In Marc's words, his brother was practically an evil tyrant who had committed every crime imaginable.
Just as Big Gasol had told Sun Hao before, their father was a doctor and their mother was a nurse.
When they were young, the two brothers had different interests. His brother liked science, while he had inherited their parents' genes and liked medicine.
Everything changed after his brother watched a few Barcelona Team basketball games.
His brother fell in love with basketball, then forced him to play too. Every day at dawn, he would be dragged out of bed to train.
"That was simply hell."
There was even a hint of