"Hmm??"
"No, why did you sit down?"
Wang Ziqin was a bit confused, turning his head to look at the big pot on the stove, which was smoking heavily.
Isn't it just the soft-shelled turtle stewing? Where are the rest of the dishes?
"It's not time yet, what's the rush? If you want a half-hour gap between the first and second courses, I can serve the first course now if you want."
"Uh... there's no need, I don't have that kind of masochistic tendency."
Seeing Lin Chen sit down, the other three from his team also washed their hands and came out openly to slack off.
"Whoa!!"
"Don't glare at me, close those damn eyes!"
"What the heck, why is there blood everywhere... Hey hey! How can it still fly!?"
Just as they sat down, startled calls echoed from Jonathan's side.
Amidst the chaos, a pigeon, with feathers stained red from fresh blood, continued to drip blood as it flapped and flew around wildly.
