ous. She slapped the old lady's hand away, snatched the pot, and shouted, "Let go! This is my porridge, my pot, my fish!"This is just too much! That wicked old hag pelted her with feces, stole her por...ut they're not easy to preserve," Rong Zhaonan said as he took a swig from his canteen.As he moved, the firelight seemed to coat his sharply defined, powerful shoulders and arms with a layer of flowin...