"How many meters did you say?" Liu Bo asked, his eyes wide.
"Thirty meters. Is that very deep?"
"Damn, Yangyang, even if you're bragging, at least make it logical. And you." Zhang Ziming turned to Pan Ning.
"You two are singing the same tune. Do you know what thirty meters means?"
"If you guys were wearing diving gear, going thirty meters down wouldn't be a problem. But diving thirty meters without any equipment is another matter. Forget whether an ordinary person could withstand the water pressure—by the time you reached thirty meters, you'd basically have no chance of making it back to the surface."
"If you don't believe me, ask Ye Wei. She's a professional," Pan Ning said flatly.
"Ask anyone else and it'd still be impossible. Unless Yangyang is an expert in freediving, I'm not buying it."
Su Yang couldn't be bothered to argue with Zhang Ziming. He was extremely hungry now and only wanted to fill his stomach as quickly as possible.
"I was lying. I only dove three meters."
"Three meters is about right for a beginner."
Su Yang smiled, picked up various seasonings, and sprinkled them evenly over the beef skewers. He kept turning the beef, and soon the aroma drifted into everyone's noses.
"Wow, wow, wow! What smells so good?" Xia Keke came running over as soon as she caught the scent.
She ran to Su Yang's side and took a look. After swallowing, she said, "Handsome Su Yang, you've got this skill too?"
Su Yang picked up a skewer and examined it. "It's almost done. Want to try it?"
As he spoke, he held the beef skewer out in front of Xia Keke.
Xia Keke looked like a little lamb that had gone hungry for two days. She took the skewer, smelled it carefully,