"Slaughter me, Yi Feng." Angelo was also a talented person. He wanted to have another bowl even though he had not had enough. He quickly called su Ruoyan over and tried to express his intention of "having another serving" with his half-baked Chinese, but the language was really inconvenient.
Atticus turned his attention to the local director and translator. After they ordered their food, Atticus retreated to the door and waited there so as not to hinder the customers from enjoying the food.
As a professional, Atticus kept chanting,""I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I'm really not F * cking hungry. "
That's right, Atticus wasn't hungry at all. He had already filled his stomach before he came, but when he saw the intoxicated looks on the customers 'faces and the exquisite and beautiful plates of food, he knew it would be delicious. He salivated on his own and his disappointing stomach began to protest.
