Comrade Hu Xiaocai was a good fox that yearned for the flesh. The flesh was a real flesh, especially the chicken. He had an almost paranoid desire. Every time the canteen had chicken, it would be his day to clench his teeth and indulge in luxury.
Compared to me, the dishes on my plate should be for boys. Big fish and big meat weren't to be eaten. The preference for spicy oil was heavy, probably because people who did n' t get fat due to physical reasons were always young people who didn't know how to worry. The young girls who went on hunger strike to lose weight because they were getting fat, I always had a class for lunch.
So why was this lustful fox that only stared at other people's meat dishes and drooled? I asked the little fox. At that time, he was eating with his head down. First
