Those six sweet potatoes were simply enormous.
Each stood taller than a person, its skin a healthy purplish red that gleamed faintly in the torchlight.
Up close, they could even smell a faint, sweet fragrance that made them swallow.
"If you ask me, we should cut this one open first! It's the biggest!"
"No! Start with the smallest! What if we can save these for planting? We definitely have to leave the biggest for last!"
The crowd split into two camps, arguing endlessly over which to eat first and which to eat later.
As a friend to women, that rogue snake Mang Dabiao naturally charged to the forefront.
With his snake head held high, he coiled atop one of the sweet potatoes and argued his case against the others, never tiring of it.
"You lot don't know a damn thing! Saving the big one for New Year's? Of course we eat the biggest first! The biggest has the most nutrients!"
"What does a snake know about sweet potatoes?"
Mang Dabiao was talking circles around everyone, leaving them speechless, when he suddenly received a message from Yang Yong...
He was to bring Hu Xian'er to the Wooden House's main hall to discuss something.
Mang Dabiao immediately wilted.
His snake head drooped.
He had finally found a chance to enjoy arguing with people, only for Yang Yong to spoil it.
Still, Mang Dabiao knew who called the shots.
Helplessly, he slid down from the enormous sweet potato he had coiled around and shot Hu Xian'er a look.
"The boss wants to discuss something. Let's head over."
Hu Xian'er was crouched beside a sweet potato, poking its skin with her claws. At Mang Dabiao's words, she withdrew her claws.
"Let's go."
If the convoy's two leaders were calling for them, it was naturally