At one table.
Two beautiful girls of distinctly different charms sat beside a boy.
More than a dozen boys nearby kept their heads lowered as they ate, occasionally exchanging a few words.
Every pair of eyes brimmed with curiosity.
They all wanted to hear whether there was any juicy gossip.
Nangong Ya said, "Xu Zhiming, this Yellow Throat is delicious. Try some."
Feng Li said, "These Tiger Skin Chicken Feet are delicious too. Try some as well."
Both girls waited to see whose dish Xu Zhiming would eat first.
Xu Zhiming simply placed the Yellow Throat on top of the Tiger Skin Chicken Feet and stuffed them both into his mouth in one bite.
Both girls' hearts tightened.
Had that been defused just like that?
Xu Zhiming, however, had suffering he could not put into words.
With his strength, neither girl was his match.
Yet for some reason, he still felt a chill down his spine.
He only wanted to eat quietly. How had he run into something like this?
No matter which one it was, he could not exactly drive her away.
Nangong Ya had given him so many potions, and the Nangong Family was quite an impressive lineage. Feng Li had also helped him block an attack.
Xu Zhiming said nothing and simply kept eating the food in his mouth.
He was now a level-ten-plus martial artist, with vitality nearing seven hundred points and exceptional digestion.
Otherwise, he truly would not have been able to eat so much.
He had not eaten hotpot for nearly two months, and he had really been craving it.
The others said nothing either. They merely waited, hoping to suddenly hear some explosive news.
Some of the men nearby looked at Xu Zhiming with envy and jealousy practically spilling from their eyes.
That