"Luo Jianxing, don't you need it?"
“Me?” Luo Jianxing pointed to himself: “My wish has already come true. I think you need it more.”
"Open it up and satisfy our curiosity."
The golden lid was slowly lifted, and when Ma Peiwen saw the food inside, he couldn't keep up the smile on his face.
On an exquisite plate sits a golden-brown chicken tail, its tip sticking up high, surrounded by a layer of cilantro leaves.
There was also an unidentified beverage in a transparent glass next to it.
Ma Peiwen: "This... is it really edible?"
Luo Jianxing kicked Luo Shimiao under the table.
She immediately understood: "There's a saying that goes, 'I'd rather give up a mountain of gold than a chicken's rump.'"
"We went through so much trouble to get this spot, let's enjoy it while it's hot."
Li Man followed her words and said, "Yes, chicken butts are also called 'good fortune,' and my dad loves to eat them too."
Father Li: I suspect you're making this up.
Upon hearing this, he immediately picked up his chopsticks, grabbed the fat, oily chicken butt, mentally prepared himself, closed his eyes, and put the chicken butt into his mouth.
Biting down with the tip of your teeth, a mouthful of butter explodes in your mouth.
The people opposite him saw his expression, which looked like he had eaten shit, and a faint smile appeared on their lips.
“Ugh…” Ma Peiwen almost couldn’t hold it in and vomited on the table right there.
Luo Jianxing: "Don't vomit, mind your image!"
He swallowed it without chewing, then picked up the unidentified transparent drink and gulped it down.
A thick, strange texture filled my entire mouth.
Ma Peiwen only took one sip and dared not drink any more. When the cup left his lips, a strand of liquid came out.
At this moment, Gu Nian suddenly picked up his wine glass and said to him in a calm tone, "A toast to you."
"No one would drink with the richest man," Ma Peiwen forced a smile. He raised his glass and clinked it against Gu Nian's.
He held his breath and drank the thick liquid in the cup in one gulp.
Gu Nian held the glass upside down and swirled it, indicating that he had finished the wine.
Ma Peiwen quickly scooped up a bowl of fish soup and drank it down, washing away the nauseating taste in his mouth.
Li Man asked curiously, "What's that cup?"
"Aloe vera juice!" He had barely finished speaking when a wave of nausea washed over him. "Ugh..."
"Third brother, doesn't Mom grow aloe vera at home? She's been doing it for about seven or eight years. I'll make a few cups tomorrow and try it."
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