Seeing Old LeBron order only dumplings, Old Kobe's competitive spirit flared up again.
"You don't know what to order? I can order for you. Chinese cuisine isn't just about delicious dumplings."
Old Kobe's words were filled with smugness and bragging.
These two old rivals had been locked in open and covert competition for many years back when the Lakers and Cavaliers battled each other.
The two had always competed in secret. They were buddies, but also opponents.
Even after retiring, they still bickered.
Old LeBron shook his head. "I haven't retired yet. I need to control my diet."
"Fine. How pitiful. Unlike me, I can eat anything." Old Kobe chuckled.
Unable to swallow his anger, Old LeBron began mocking him in return. "Yes, yes, you can eat. Sigh, in a few more years, my son will be able to play against me. Unlike some people, who can only go watch women's basketball."
That taunt hit hard.
It struck Old Kobe right where it hurt.
Old Kobe glared at him and immediately retorted, "I heard Bronny only recognizes Stephen Curry as his father. He even made it public on Twitter. You're not his dad."
Old LeBron's smile vanished instantly. Thinking about it made him furious. That ungrateful son!
While the two of them were bickering, the dishes had already been served.
Unable to resist the lure of the food, they decided to stop trading barbs for the time being and eat first.
"It's so delicious! This sweet-and-sour pork—wow! Jiang, the ribs at your restaurant are the best I've ever had! And this Kung Pao chicken too."
Old Kobe lavished the food with praise, eating to his heart's content.
"As expected, Chinese food has to be eaten in China. The Chinese restaurants in America don't taste anything like this."
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