Mo Ying, with a look of hopelessness, nudged Ye Wenting's hand, who also looked miserable, and said with a mix of laughter and tears, "Wasn't this supposed to be a celebration? Xixi, are you trying to make sure I never forget today? Thank you, I will remember this lunch for the rest of my life!"
As for Ke Xing, considering himself to be getting older, he held his teacup tightly, struggling to drink tea that was already finished.
Du Xixi couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, and under the bewildered and dazed gazes of the others, she gently said, "What's wrong with intestines? Intestines are a kind of meat too! Aren't they delicious?"
Ke Lian and the others looked at each other, unable to utter the words "not delicious." Not to mention Ke Xing and them, even Ke Lian, who had tried the everyday version of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix, thought this dish was very tasty.
