"Meow..." The two Mao tribe monks, whose bodies were already close together, immediately exchanged glances and made gentle meows to each other.
Wang Yao, holding his wine glass, walked to the side again, but unexpectedly, at that moment, he saw Mimi on the main table raise her hand and say something to a nearby rat waiter. The rat waiter nodded and hurriedly went forward to pick up the pork knuckle on Qiao Busi's table and went down the wall.
"This...this...don't take it away..." Wang Yao's eyes were now only on the pork knuckle. Seeing Qiao Bushi's pork knuckle being taken away, he immediately started making a tense plan in his mind. Damn it, it looks like I have to go into the kitchen. Good stuff can't be wasted like this.
As he was figuring out how to get into the kitchen, the rat waiters went downstairs, and then one by one, they came in from the side doors of the banquet hall carrying new dishes. They cleared away the plates that had been filled with braised pork knuckles while serving the new dishes. Sure enough, the braised pork knuckles were being taken away!
Wang Yao hesitated for a moment while holding his wine glass, then decided to check what the new dish was first. If it was a spirit-infused ingredient like the braised pork knuckle, he might as well raid the banquet hall's kitchen today. If not, he couldn't let those braised pork knuckles go to waste.
He quietly walked back to the base of the wall, intending to sneak along the wall to the small door for serving food. Wang Yao had noticed that the pork knuckles on the other side of the ambassador's side had been mostly finished, and the ones that hadn't been finished were all on his side. So as long as he guarded this small door, he wouldn't let any pork knuckle slip away.
Unexpectedly, a loud shout suddenly came from the banquet hall at that moment.
"You insolent fool, you ate it all up, not even leaving a bone!" A Shu official suddenly noticed that the pork knuckle was missing from the table behind him and flew into a rage.
This person was probably a minister from one of the Shu tribes, already a high-ranking member of the Shu tribe. Therefore, he was deeply impressed by the things the Mao tribe and the ethnic alliance had done at the banquet, and was acutely aware of the aggressive pressure from the ethnic alliance. He was feeling a mix of emotions.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly discovered that his men had eaten the snow rat leg, the symbol that the Mao tribe and the tribal alliance had used to threaten the Shu tribe at this moment. Immediately, a surge of resentment, feeling sorry for their misfortune and angry at their lack of self-control, welled up in his heart.
He still needed to maintain some decorum with the ambassadors, but he had no scruples with his subordinates, so he couldn't help but blurt out a string of curses.
"I...I didn't eat..." The official, who was whispering sweet nothings to his neighbor, suddenly realized what was happening when he heard his superior scolding him. He looked at the empty plate in front of him, with only a little soup left, and stammered an explanation.
“He…he really didn’t eat it…” The person sitting next to him hurriedly testified for his beloved mouse.
"You've all taken advantage of me, and you're still trying to deny it!" The minister was furious. He strode to the back row and slapped the group of guys who were talking nonsense to the ground. This guy was the worst. He not only took advantage of others, but also covered for them.
Upon seeing the Shu tribe minister fly into a rage, Mi Hu and several other monks sitting in the front row all jumped up. The snow rat kick was merely a deterrent; they did not intend to completely destroy their relationship with the Shu tribe.
So when Mimi sensed something was wrong and the Shu tribe seemed to be acting quite bravely, she immediately arranged to remove the snow rat legs. When Mihu saw the Shu tribe minister losing control of his emotions, he also immediately thought of calming things down, since the negotiations were still ongoing and a complete breakdown would not benefit anyone.
"I haven't finished eating yet, what the hell are you doing here?" Suddenly, Qianqiu on the other side also screamed. It turned out that a rat waiter had come up to Qianqiu and was trying to take away his snow rat leg.
Qianqiu had just returned from Qiao Bushi's place with Tian Sifei's help, and before that, she had been so busy looking after Qinghe that she hadn't even had a chance to nibble on the snow rat's leg. As soon as she saw that they were leaving, she became unhappy.
"Young Master Qianqiu, let's just leave. There are still dishes to be served," Tian Sifei hurriedly advised from the side.
"Aren't you fucking annoying? You tell me what to do when I toast, what to do when I talk, and even what to do when I eat?" Qianqiu suddenly exploded, yelling at Tian Sifei. "Damn it, my dad said long ago that the Shu clan is a bunch of..."
Hearing that Qianqiu's words were not right, Tian Sifei's expression changed drastically. He once again used the same trick to cover up his voice, but Qiao Bushi's face had already turned ashen. He suddenly stood up and strode towards the banquet hall door.
He had clearly overheard what Qianqiu said and was furious, wanting to leave. Tian Sifei hurriedly stepped forward to try and persuade him, but several Shu tribe ministers rushed over and blocked his way with grim expressions.
"What is this dish? Let me try it." Wang Yao had already reached the door where the dishes were served. He saw a rat-like waiter bringing in a new dish, which seemed to be a plump, stewed chicken. Seeing that the hall was in chaos, he didn't care and tore off a chicken leg and put it in his mouth.
Damn it, the system didn't give any hints. It seems that only pork knuckle is a spirit-infused ingredient!
"Oh dear, sir, which table are you at? This dish is for you." The rat-like waitress was startled, but she was specially trained and remained calm under pressure. She quickly asked for Wang Yao's location.
"My seat is over there." Wang Yao casually pointed to his seat, and seeing that a waiter was already carrying a pork knuckle over, he no longer cared about anything else and went straight forward, taking all the pork knuckles from under the noses of those rat-like waiters.
"What are you doing?" A monk who was with Mi Hu saw that Wang Yao was acting strangely. For a moment, he did not think that he was the Old Man of the Moon in disguise. He thought he was one of their companions. Seeing that the situation in the hall was not right and that this kid was still wandering around stealing food, he hurriedly came up to stop him.
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