Thud!
A thud could be heard when the Egg-Fried Rice fell onto the table.
Bu Fang grinned as the color on his face darkened. He stared at that bowl of Egg-Fried Rice with lingering fear. He finally understood the reason why there was nobody eating in the last restaurant of Heavenly Mist City.
Was this Egg-Fried Rice edible?
This dish could kill people!
Nangong Ming's body stiffened and his wretched face was covered by the Egg-Fried Rice spat out by Bu Fang.
A piece of an egg the size of a thumb slowly slid down his face.
Along with a "squish" sound, that piece of egg fell onto the table. A crisp and sweet sound echoed around the silent store.
The atmosphere within the restaurant was extremely strange.
Only after letting out a long breath, Bu Fang managed to get rid of his nauseous feeling.
