Chen Feng waved a hand and pushed the wineglass away.
As a Cihang Native, he never consumed food or water offered by strangers. Especially after Ying had knocked him out when he merely touched a perfume bottle upon first arriving in City World, he now refused even to touch a wineglass handed to him by a stranger.
What if there were invisible nanobots on the glass? What if it carried a toxin activated by touch? What if the glass was some cursed item?
He left the conference room.
He saw that Big Stomach, the Second Division Chief, was still wolfing down flatbread wrapped around meat.
Chen Feng asked curiously, "Buddy, there's all this caviar, black truffle, lobster, and steak here. Why aren't you eating any?"
Big Stomach replied, "I eat lobster and caviar every day. I got sick of them ages ago."
That was life under the sea.
Big Stomach shouted, "We're out of pork trotter rice!"
The catering manager walked over, completely unfazed, and smiled. "Second Division Chief, how much more this time?"
Big Stomach held up three fingers.
The catering manager looked surprised. "Three bowls? Chief, isn't just three bowls a bit little for you? Is your appetite off today?"
Big Stomach slapped the table. "Cut the crap. I meant three tons."
The catering manager straightened respectfully. "Three tons? For how many people?"
"Just me."
As Big Stomach spoke, Big Stomach began peeling garlic.
Rhodes clicked his tongue at that. "Three tons? Has Big Stomach gone mad?"
Ying also sounded disgusted. "Eating that much—no wonder you're as fat as a pig."
Chen Feng couldn't stand listening anymore and promptly rebuked them. "You don't know shit. The Second Division Chief is a veteran foodie."
Everyone froze. "A veteran foodie?"
"Exactly." Chen Feng pointed at the three enormous tubs beside