Zhou Wang: ?
Ding Yi's chopsticks paused for a moment, and then he tilted his head and smiled, "But Zhou Wang also said, that was just a compromise when there was no choice. If there were options, who wouldn't want a taste of that delicious braised pork, right, Zhou Wang?"
Before Zhou Wang could answer, Ding Yi exclaimed, put down the piece of beef that was about to enter his mouth, and frowned, "This beef seems overcooked, can't eat it..."
Jiang Qingkui's smile faded, and she put down her chopsticks, took a sip of tea from the table, and then shook her head, putting the teacup down again. "The tea in Beidou is still too strong, Mr. Zhou, be careful when you drink it. It might make you feel nauseous."
Zhou Wang: "..."
Seeing the two women on either side lock eyes, about to start a second round of conflict, Zhou Wang slammed his chopsticks onto the table. "Damn it, not eating, lost my appetite!"
