The Azure Coast at the luxury hotel had been transformed into a food-stall-lined street, the kind commonly found in China...
The polite small talk was gone, replaced by lively toasts and clinking glasses.
The spicy Jianghu dishes had heated up the atmosphere too...
The Gun Club's chefs came from all corners of the world, while the chefs at Jurassic World were top talents Claire had handpicked from around the globe.
The two groups took Jurassic World's abundant ingredients and began a one-of-a-kind culinary showdown.
The tourists were in for a treat. As for the politicians who wanted to cozy up to Alvin, apart from a few with particularly hardy stomachs, everyone else was in for a rough time.
Alvin sat with his legs crossed, eating and sweating profusely as he washed it all down with beer. You could bring out salmon and champagne, but you still wouldn't have anything to talk about.
Nick left the kids in the middle of their fishing contest and sat down beside Alvin...
The Hell's Kitchen tough guy, who claimed he couldn't live without spicy food, deftly picked finger-sized cubes of Dinosaur meat out of a huge pile of dried chilies, and paid his utmost respect to Huang Bingyi, the master chef.
Sucking the juices from his fingers, Nick tossed aside the last untouched spicy crab leg. Then he looked at Alvin, who was going on and on about his plans for tomorrow morning, and said, "Buddy, you've already told that story twice...
Don't worry. I'll be your inside man tomorrow, and I guarantee you'll get Fox into the wedding car without a hitch.
If you're really worried, I can sneak into the women's rooms tonight and give each of them a glass of milk with sleeping pills in it."
Little Ginny wiped the chili