Shishiro Taro finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "I learned to be a chef before I joined the army."
"That's right, Taro's cooking skills are excellent. Only the most honorable guests would warrant him cooking personally," Kameda Sakurai laughed.
"I see." Wang Dadong released Shishiro Taro.
Just as Shishiro Taro was breathing a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a taste of raw fish spreading in his mouth.
"Brother Shit-Eater, you've worked hard. Consider this a reward," Wang Dadong said, holding a pair of chopsticks. To show respect for the Huaxia people, Kameda Sakurai had specially provided everyone with chopsticks.
It turned out that just now, while Shishiro Taro wasn't paying attention, Wang Dadong swiftly chopped a piece of sashimi into Shishiro Taro's mouth.
Shishiro Taro immediately felt his stomach churning and wanted to spit out the sashimi.
Wang Dadong said unpleasantly, "What? Brother Shit-Eater can't even eat the dish he made himself?"
