Zhou Delong naturally didn't know that this was just Sun Bowen's insincere words.
When he heard that Sun Bowen was moved to tears by the Mapo tofu, the anger in his heart finally subsided a bit.
"Hey, OK, OK, I'll eat!" Sun Bowen saw that Zhou Delong had finally calmed down a bit, so he had no choice but to keep going. He picked up the tray and poured the Mapo tofu into his mouth in one go.
He held his breath, not daring to let the tofu linger in his mouth, only hoping it would quickly slide through his mouth, directly into his throat and into his stomach.
But no matter how fast Sun Bowen ate, his mouth still felt burning hot, and his throat was somewhat swollen.
Vaguely, Sun Bowen already felt several painfully swollen blisters appear on his gums and tongue!
Sun Bowen felt like he was holding a mouthful of fire, so hot that he was better off dead!
He quickly ran to Chef Boris's cooking station, grabbed some ice Boris used for freezing fish, and stuffed it into his mouth.
