"Tai Lao? That's too exaggerated, and it takes too much effort. You have to prepare four or five days in advance and take a bath and fast. As an old man, I can't handle that."
Guo ShouQue shrugged and knocked on the bamboo basket beside him, half-smiling: "Today, I'll wash my hands and cook a 'Small Sacrifice' for everyone."
Ha ha.
Huai Shi's expression became increasingly numb.
It was like watching someone with a howitzer bullying refugees with only two AKs... Old Turtle, where's your face?
Not far away, a few Chef Demons unfamiliar with Dongxia looked over, having no clue what they were talking about.
They were waiting for Huai Shi to further explain, but Huai Shi had no interest in playing commentator and just rolled his eyes: "Just assume this old man is showing off."
Anyway, if he's not lying, the outcome of the competition is already a foregone conclusion.
This is a sacrificial feast for the Lords... That guy is really steaming a nuclear warhead.
