As expected of someone with professional training, after showing a flicker of surprise with his first bite, Yves ate the rest of his meal with a blank expression.
His harsh military training had long ago taught him the ability to eat any food, no matter how disgusting or strange-tasting, without a change in his expression.
So even if the numbing spiciness of the Sichuan peppercorns caught him off guard, it didn't affect his enjoyment of the meal in the slightest.
"First one done is off the hook, last one washes the dishes!" Feng Mountain muttered, then immediately grabbed his plate and started wolfing down his food.
It was all thanks to the profound and sophisticated nature of Chinese cuisine.
When Feng Mountain ate chicken pieces, he didn't do it like a foreigner, separating the meat from the bone first. He just popped the entire bone-in piece into his mouth, swirled it around deftly for a few moments, and then spit out a clean bone.
