Rural tourism, private room, air conditioning running, bringing a gentle warm breeze.
The beef stew sauce was dark brown, mixed with stew and condiments, splashed over Zhang Chi's smiling face, then ran down his face to the cotton jacket, pants, chair, on the ground, a total mess.
Freshly splashed is fragrant, it's beef stew after all, way more aromatic than oil-splashed noodles; if Xiao Ben were here, he'd surely transform into a werewolf.
But, Director Han at the main seat, covered his mouth and nose, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter, he couldn't stand the smell of meat at all.
Foul! Stuff eaten by common folks!
Zhang Chi got a face full of sauce, his eyelids irritated, blinking continuously, his mind still in a daze at the moment.
He's been poor for too long, accustomed to hard times, so his subconscious reaction is, this plate of beef stew is wasted! Such delicious beef stew, he hasn't had a few bites... and how to clean his newly bought clothes?
