Huo Wenxi took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and properly tucked it into his collar.
He looked at the crooked, hand-carved chopsticks in his hand and shook his head.
He had no choice. His stomach had been growling for ages.
The moment his chopsticks reached out, Zhao Ritian snatched away the piece of fish he had targeted.
How rude was that!?
Zhao Ritian even looked at him and smiled, as smug as if he had won.
Huo Wenxi went for a piece of chicken, only for Long Aotian to snatch it away too.
Huo Wenxi gritted his teeth and reached for some greens, but Lu Chengwen took those as well.
Huo Wenxi snapped!
I'm not some pushover either!
His chopsticks began to move!
But... everyone here knew martial arts! Could he possibly compete with them?
In the end, Huo Wenxi put down his bowl and chopsticks, nearly in tears. "Could you please stop this? I want to eat!"
Hun Tiangang began restoring order. "Hey, hey, hey, have some manners! We have guests here! We're eating! No talking while eating, no talking while sleeping. Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"
Zhao Ritian did not stop at all!
Everyone else stopped to listen to their master speak. Zhao Ritian listened too—he stared at his master, listened attentively to the old man's teachings, and accurately stuffed food into his mouth at the same time...
Hun Tiangang smiled. "Mr. Huo, sorry for the embarrassment. Please, eat."
Huo Wenxi nodded and smiled. "It's fine, it's fine. Please, please."
The instant he picked up his chopsticks, those devils launched into another whirlwind chopstick battle!
Nothing had changed at all, damn it!?
Even you, old man, haven't changed a bit either!
In the end, all that was left for Huo Wenxi was rice and some