"Why does the dish have a taste?"
Hearing Shu Li's words.
A struggling expression flashed across Wu You's face and then disappeared. He nodded and said, "You're right."
Then, he began eating.
The sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks continuously echoed.
For a moment, it seemed as if only the clinking of bowls and chopsticks remained around.
On the other side.
Xia Panqiu held her chopsticks, her hand suspended in mid-air, with a similarly struggling expression on her face.
But others seemed to be oblivious to it.
A few seconds later.
Xia Panqiu's gaze slowly lowered, looking at everyone's shadows. A glimmer of clarity appeared in her eyes, and she sharply put down her chopsticks, angrily exclaiming, "This isn't right!"
The others raised their heads to look at her, showing confused expressions.
Xia Panqiu opened her mouth, about to say more.
In the next moment.
All the shadows suddenly flipped direction.
The Hunan restaurant vanished instantly.
A bustling street.
