At the Agritainment, in a private room, the air conditioner hummed, sending out waves of warm air.
The Stewed Beef gravy was dark brown, mixed with chunks of meat and seasonings, and it had all been splashed onto Zhang Chi's smiling face. It ran down his face onto his padded jacket, pants, chair, and the floor, leaving a complete mess behind.
Freshly splashed food was the most fragrant. This was Stewed Beef, far more aromatic than Oil Splash Noodles. If Xiao Ben had been here, he would definitely have transformed into a werewolf.
Yet Director Han, seated at the head of the table, covered his nose and mouth, his brow furrowing even tighter. He could not stand the smell of meat at all.
Fishy! Food for commoners!
Zhang Chi had been splashed in the face with gravy. His eyelids had been irritated, and he blinked continuously, his mind still blank with shock.
He had been poor for too long and had grown used to hard times, so his first instinctive thought was that this plate of Stewed Beef had been wasted! Such delicious Stewed Beef, and he had barely gotten a few bites... And how was he supposed to wash his newly bought clothes?
Only then did he feel the burning pain on his face. He had been scalded. He suddenly jumped back, moving so violently that he knocked over the chair behind him!
Director Li felt no sympathy whatsoever. Noticing Director Han's impatience, he piled on a smile, pointed at Zhang Chi's miserable state, and joked, "Director Han, see that? There's an idiom called 'chickens flying and dogs jumping.' Ah, if that had been a plate of chicken, wouldn't this be chickens flying and dogs jumping?"
Director Han could not help laughing. "Little Li, you really are something! No