Young Master Zhao, you have to finish this cake today. "
I stared at the dead-faced pancake in front of me, which was as big as a washbasin. I didn't even see a few drops of oil, and my throat started to feel sick. In my ears, I could hear the bad laughter of the gangsters of the Wang family, and the friends in the restaurant all looked at me like a monkey.
"Ten pieces of cake, no one should be missing. Wang Ju, the old bastard, held the wine glass and said with a smile, "Young Master Zhao has always been known as the number one gourmand in Bianjing. With just ten large cakes, it must be no problem." "
Fuck you gourmands
