Bitter melon was bitter melon.
As long as it was prepared well, even Insect Leg was no problem.
Lu Ban peeled away the charred chitin shell and saw the gelatinous insect meat inside, hardened by the high heat. The meat gave off a fragrant aroma that tempted people to feast on it.
Lu Ban tore off a piece of steaming meat and put it into his mouth.
Chew, chew.
After chewing it, Lu Ban regretted it.
It tastes awful.
Although it looked delicious on the surface, it was actually terrible—like seeing a perfect piece of finger-licking-good original fried chicken, only for it to turn out to be Wallace fried chicken once it entered your mouth, or gulping down a glass of ice-cold cola only to discover it was toilet cleaner.
Lu Ban noticed the server's gaze. He forced himself to keep his facial muscles from twitching and held back his vomit, swallowing the insect meat by sheer willpower.
"If you need more, I can bring you some."
The teenage female server smiled.
"I'll digest this first."
Lu Ban politely declined her offer.
After watching the server leave, Lu Ban hurriedly hid and dry-heaved twice. Unfortunately, the Insect Leg he had eaten was already in his stomach. Unless he reached inside, there was no way to get it back out.
"Is it not tasty?"
Feng Yu asked when she saw this.
"It tastes worse than you."
Lu Ban answered honestly.
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Feng Yu looked at him with a beaming smile.
Lu Ban hurriedly took another bite of the Insect Leg on his plate.
"Indeed, you're still more unpleasant."
He changed his answer.
Feng Yu was about to say something, but a commotion came from nearby.
"Mr. Du is here."
Looking at the group of "elders" in their teens and twenties craning