"What to do? The deputy manager is really heartless. If no one eats our spirit meal, we're really done for!"
Watching the deputy manager walk away angrily, Hua Biqiao said worriedly.
"Isn't this simple?"
Ye Haochuan shrugged indifferently, "Release the restriction, and I'll show you what it means to fight over something..."
Hua Biqiao was taken aback by his words and then smiled self-deprecatingly.
Since when did she lose confidence in this pot of spirit meal in front of her?
As she thought of this, the worry in her eyes vanished entirely, replaced by a sense of expectation and excitement.
The restriction wasn't anything too advanced. Hua Biqiao quickly flipped her wrist, and the transparent restriction slowly turned into an illusion.
"Such a wonderful aroma, what is this?"
Almost the instant the restriction was lifted, someone exclaimed.
