Old Liu couldn't help chewing in the air twice, yet he could still taste the lingering freshness; when he wanted to go back and eat the rest, he was shocked to find the disposable bowl already empty—where was the tofu box?
Now he got angry. Damn it, who snatched my food while I wasn't paying attention? We've been friends for over ten years, how could anyone pull such a shady move?
He glared angrily and swept his eyes around, only to发现 everyone else was also looking around with indignation, as if their own food had been stolen…
Huh?
Old Liu froze for a second, then carefully thought back and remembered that no one had stolen his food—he'd just unconsciously finished all the little boxes himself.
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced. This young man isn't that old, but his skills are really something. Damn, I feel like one tongue isn't enough."
Li Wei also praised, "No wonder Brother Wang has made such a name for himself. This craftsmanship is absolutely on par with a master."
