Hearing Ma Pangzi's words, everyone was taken aback. They frowned, unsure of what to do. At this moment, Lin Fei grabbed Ma Pangzi, Ma Lei, and said, "Are you damn sure this hair is pig hair?!"
Lin Fei pointed at the black hair in the braised pork and angrily questioned.
Ma Pangzi, with an indifferent look, said, "That's not pig hair, it's the chef's hair. The chef recently got a haircut, didn't wash his hair, so some fell in there. Don't mind it! Just eat up."
"Bullshit! That's clearly not pig hair!"
"Hey, buddy, you really don't believe me, huh? Fine, follow me. I'll let you see the freshly slaughtered pig, there's still some residue. Let's go!" After Ma Pangzi finished speaking, he turned and headed out the door.
Lin Fei followed Ma Pangzi's footsteps, leaving the room, and then appeared in the room where the fat woman had dragged in the man earlier, with others following behind Lin Fei.
