The bad smell quickly spread upstairs to the private rooms.
The remaining socialites covered their noses: "Ugh, what is that smell..."
Gu Shiyin's face changed, thinking to herself that something was wrong, Gourmet Jade Chopsticks must have backfired, Fang Yumei that useless wastrel!
She just wanted to smooth things over with a few words.
But the few remaining socialites beside her all suddenly stood up and pointed at the snails on the table: "Oh my god, it's stinky... these snails are rotten and they're still serving them to us, are they trying to poison us! Ladies, this isn't collagen, it's botulinum toxin!"
The plates of snails, originally baked golden and fragrant with cheese, were now oozing a yellow-green pus and mucus, as if stored in a non-compliant refrigerator for eight hundred years...
The situation was beyond salvage, no matter how Gu Shiyin tried to remedy it.
The few remaining socialites more or less fled as if for their lives.
