The appetites of the B@st@ards were whetted, but Zhao Xi said nothing. He slowly used chopsticks to remove the soft tendons from the skewer, and when he looked up, he saw more than thirty pairs of eyes staring at him with great interest.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Xi laughed.
"And then what, Brother Xi?"
"What then?" Zhao Xi played dumb.
"Why are you like this?!" No one dared to confront him and could only bang their hands on the table in protest.
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