"Come, come! These dishes were specially prepared for you by the chef. Eat them while they're hot, or the nutrients will be lost." Liu Fugui personally picked up a piece of chicken wing with his chopsticks and placed it in Yao Ruyi's bowl after turning the round table: "Try this spicy chicken wing, it tastes quite good. Eat more, you need to replenish your strength!"
Looking at the shiny, oil-fried spicy chicken wing, Yao Ruyi felt more and more like he was dreaming.
Just dozens of hours ago, he was risking his life searching for food to fill his stomach on the streets. And now, he was sitting openly in such a luxurious, high-end dining room, tasting fine red wine and a lavish dinner.
Forget the current apocalypse, even in the past civilized world, he never had the opportunity to enter such a place.
Suppressing the urge to pick up his chopsticks, he swallowed his saliva and glanced around: "Um, Brother Huang, would you like to sit and eat with us?"
