Facing all the ridicule and malicious gazes from the crowd,
Little Hei, Shi Shengmu, and Fusheng weren't fazed one bit.
They just kept eating and drinking as usual.
"This dish isn't even as good as Senior Brother's cooking—the taste is trash." Blackie said, chewing on his meat while scrunching up his mouth.
Shi Sheng took a sip of the soup and nodded. "Second Senior Sister's fish soup is still the best."
"This wine's a miss too. Only Master's homemade stuff packs a punch." Mu Fusheng sneered, refining the wine he'd just drunk out of his body.
Suddenly, Blackie sighed, "I didn't even have the appetite to eat today, but this meal is so bad, I'll whip something up when we get back, we'll all eat together."
At those words, Shi Sheng and Mu Fusheng's eyes went wide.
No way, man!
The food here is just plain bad, but Senior Brother's cooking? That stuff literally kills!
Shi Sheng and Mu Fusheng quickly protested, "No need, really—let's just eat whatever, it's fine!"
