Zhou Tianqi, Bai Wange, and Yin Ruxue arrived together.
"Looks like everyone had their fill and is very satisfied with our cooking team's skills."
Zhou Tianqi looked at the almost empty table, nodded in satisfaction, and then spoke to the cooking team.
"Now that the main meal is done, how could there be no dessert afterward?"
"Bring it up."
The leader of the cooking team smiled knowingly and turned away: "Serve the dessert."
Several robust men from the cooking team each carried a basin and placed it in the center of the table, then lined up bowls beside it.
Zhou Tianqi squinted at the trio.
"Everyone gets one portion. We won't have extra, so don't waste food, and appreciate our effort by finishing it."
"What's this?"
Someone began to feel a not-so-good premonition.
The cooking team removed the lid from the basin, revealing almost whole pig brains inside.
Upon seeing this, many felt their stomachs churn.
Ugh.
