"Mr. Shitang, Mr. Shitang?" Raphael's words pulled Pei Yan's thoughts back. Once he came to his senses, he realized that the host had finished speaking, and the table was already filled with sumptuous food. Everyone was looking at him with friendly and eager eyes.
Miss Sifuer, noticing Pei Yan still sitting motionless and expressionless, broke the awkward atmosphere spreading in the air, "Mr. Shitang, this banquet is prepared to welcome you. Under the harsh conditions of fighting the Disaster Legion, preparing a luxurious feast like this is not easy. Even I haven't enjoyed such treatment until now, so please enjoy this feast prepared especially for you."
"Uh..." Pei Yan glanced at the others around the long table, his expression growing more awkward.
Seeing Pei Yan still motionless and looking grave, Raphael put down his wine glass and jokingly said, "Mr. Shitang, you don't think we would poison the food, do you?"
