The guy opposite was squeezed so hard his head bobbed like a woodpecker's, but he still struggled to speak up for the peach:
"Delicious! Flat peach!! Immortal peach!!!"
It really is delicious ah ah ah!
With that, everyone became interested.
After all, these guys can't usually tell fine dining from average grub; they go crazy over ten-dollar spicy hotpot outside the school gate.
Now they're this excited over a peach, it must taste really special, right?!
And what about the guy getting his neck squeezed?
He was still desperately trying to speak:
"Buddy, where on earth did you find these? Tell me, I'd really buy them!"
Hmph.
Speaking of this, the guy had a strange sense of pride:
"This kind of good stuff, you can't simply buy with money... forget it."
He used all his willpower to refrain from breaking the law, only releasing his grip reluctantly.
Then he said with a hint of boasting:
"I'll see if I can ask the boss for another opportunity when I go this weekend."
