Changing the General at the Last Moment
Because of the British observer's inadvertent hint, the others quickly caught on as well.
If you rashly grabbed the Crossing the Bridge Noodles with your bare hands, your fingers would probably get cooked, wouldn't they?
The natives certainly had no idea how hot the Crossing the Bridge Noodles really were, so the odds of them getting tricked were as high as one hundred and twenty percent.
Don't look down on the natives. Even Europeans and Americans, despite using utensils, would probably burn themselves half to death if they casually stuffed it into their mouths like that.
In an instant, the few observers looked at Li Bai differently.
So that was what he had been plotting—using an invitation to eat Crossing the Bridge Noodles as an excuse to burn the hands of native Black people who didn't know how to use utensils!
"Are you a devil?"
The beautiful young female reporter from the New York Times, Vivian, looked horrified.
They had said he would repay hatred with kindness, but when she thought about it more deeply, this was insanely vicious!
Luan Zhengwei slapped his forehead. Not again!
Was this guy poisonous?
Why wasn't he the only one who thought this way? Even foreigners were thinking the same thing.
Li Bai said sincerely and humbly, "Thank you for the compliment!"
Congratulations, female devotee. You've finally attained enlightenment!
Even at this point, they still hadn't realized they were being toyed with. These observers might as well have been like that unlucky Black man and grabbed the scalding Crossing the Bridge Noodles with their hands.
"You Chinese people are simply too evil!"
The Danish observer, Zak Kadell, didn't bother with distinctions and launched into a round of condemnation first.
"You're insulting Chinese cuisine! I strongly protest!"
Li