"Damn!"
"Damn!"
The people who had been studying the shape of the chrysanthemum tofu all let out curses in unison out of nowhere.
It was only two short words, but from the neatly repeated barrage of those same two words, you could tell just how shocked they all were.
They leaned in toward their screens in disbelief, practically about to crawl through the screen to see it up close.
Zhuo Qianqian had bought all sorts of stuff; the RV even had needles and thread. No one knew when, but she had taken out a very plain needle.
If you were just comparing thickness, it wouldn't be enough to make so many people collectively break down; the key was that after she zoomed the camera in super close, she actually put the tail of the needle into the bowl.
