"Why!"
Lei Zhe's eating stance was deeply conflicted, and anyone could see his strong resistance.
He kept cursing and eating, constantly muttering under his breath.
Clang!
Finally, the teacup was empty, the spoon slipped from his hand and fell heavily back into the cup, clinking with a pleasant sound.
Thud! With his hands braced on the bar, Lei Zhe was drenched in sweat, panting heavily. He had never felt so exhausted, yet it was a satisfying, willing kind of exhaustion.
The "Demonization" in his left eye gradually ebbed away, the veins disappearing under his skin.
"Bang!"
Unable to help himself, he slammed his hand on the bar, venting his feelings of frustration and helplessness on this innocent kitchen item.
"Damned garlic taste!"
He growled angrily, "Get out!"
"Get out!"
In his mouth, the taste of eggs and various seafood ingredients had all vanished, leaving only the flavor of garlic dissipating its lingering heat.
Cough!
