"Is that so?" Raiden Ei looked at Dai Mubai, her gaze brimming with hostility.
"No, it's delicious." Dai Mubai hurriedly picked up a bowl and downed it in one gulp.
"Delicious! The food made by Your Excellency Raiden Ei is simply the best, best, best food in the world." Dai Mubai forced a smile onto his face.
"Then it must be delicious."
"How could food made by Your Excellency Raiden Ei possibly taste bad!"
"Come on, Boss Dai. Since you like it so much, you must deeply admire Your Excellency Raiden Ei's cooking."
"As for us, although we want some too, we're brothers after all."
"We're still willing to make a little sacrifice."
"This whole pot is yours." Tang San's lips curled slightly as he spoke to Dai Mubai.
"What do you all say?"
"After all, Your Excellency Raiden Ei is someone even my father, the Clear Sky Douluo, greatly admires." Tang San glanced at Ma Hongjun and the others, his gaze filled with killing intent.
When he said the four words "Clear Sky Douluo," Tang San deliberately stressed them.
"Y-Yes, I think Third Brother is right. Third Brother is right." Ma Hongjun hastily echoed him.
He could finally see it clearly. How was Tang San any kind of gentleman? He was plainly a nakedly shameless petty man.
Still, he nodded.
Behind Tang San stood a Titled Douluo. Compared to that, Dai Mubai, a prince of an empire, seemed utterly insignificant.
Most importantly, Ma Hongjun truly did not want to taste that product of the five-grain cycle again.
"Oscar, what do you think?" Ma Hongjun looked at Oscar.
"Ahem, ahem. I think it makes sense too!" Oscar coughed lightly twice.
"Ma Hongjun, you..." Dai Mubai looked at Ma Hongjun.
"Dai Mubai, what do you mean, 'you'? Could it be that