"Hey, buddy, what's this good stuff?" The big man threw the pot he was holding onto the ground with a clang and then came over to Fang Jueyu.
"This is called spicy strips, a specialty of our Shenhao Civilization!"
Fang Jueyu, seeing the big man's eager expression, had a mischievous thought pop into his head. There's a type of person who, as long as you give them something to eat, will lose their dignity and do anything—these people are foodies!
"Can I have a taste? I've never smelled anything so delicious!"
"Sure! I came here using a teleportation talisman, so it's fateful that I met you. We didn't know each other until we fought, but as long as you don't hit me, we can be friends. Delicious things should be shared with friends," Fang Jueyu started to persuade.
"Right, right, we didn't know each other until we fought. It's fate that we met. I'll be your friend today!" the big man said naively.
