"...That was more or less how it happened." Bu Lige took a sip of Cola.
He and Jiang Shengjun were waiting for the food to be served. While they waited, he told Jiang Shengjun a little about Han Mo's past.
"Uh, no wonder he's such a clean freak. That really left a psychological shadow." Jiang Shengjun's expression was somewhat strange. "I never expected Han Mo to have gone through something like that as a child."
"Don't say that in front of him. And don't let him know I was the one who told you," Bu Lige warned.
"Got it, got it." Jiang Shengjun nodded, then sighed. "Honestly, I'm starting to regret it. I don't really feel like eating anymore."
"Is it really that bad?" Bu Lige looked at Jiang Shengjun with contempt. "Why have I never seen you act so delicate before? Besides, didn't you enjoy those skewers at Phoenix Immortal Tower?"
Ever since that young man's "Forest Survival" became popular, Phoenix Immortal Tower had begun offering insect-themed dishes.
After all this time, they had gone from being ignored by everyone to selling quite a lot every day.
Jiang Shengjun and Bu Lige had certainly contributed to that.
"How is that the same thing?" Jiang Shengjun's eyes widened. "At least those are edible. As long as you get past the mental hurdle, there's no problem, and they actually taste pretty good. But Han Mo's..."
Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun stared wide-eyed at each other without speaking, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.
In the end, it was the attendant carrying in the food who broke the silence. "Sorry to have kept you waiting..."
Before long, a lavish dinner had been laid out on the table.
"Whoa, Jiang Shengjun, you're pretty rich. This must have cost quite a