"Whoa, I didn't even notice that today's host is Zhang Tao?"
"Wow, they've even invited the Spring Festival Gala host?"
"The level is really high, but his professional skills truly live up to it; he can whip up these little speeches effortlessly."
"And he even promoted Sichuan tourism in the process."
"Sichuan tourism scored big here; this works better than promoting spicy hot pot."
"Is spicy hot pot something people on earth can afford to eat?"
Wang Fan raised his arm, and the wide sleeve naturally hung down, revealing a section of his arm. It was even more convenient than regular clothes, saving him the trouble of rolling up his sleeves.
With one hand holding a persimmon and the other pinching and gently tearing at the persimmon's skin, he quickly peeled it clean.
