The host gave a heartfelt speech for half an hour, and Jiang Ziluo spent that entire half hour grumbling to Shen Xuanrun.
"No way, no way, it's really going exactly like I said!?"
"Wasn't this guy hired for this? Why does he sound like he's been in our crew?"
Shen Xuanrun was wholly focused on eating and paid Jiang Ziluo no attention at all.
"Holy crap, he really called the director up to speak!"
"Someone's actually crying!? Oh my god! Am I some kind of master fortune-teller?"
Shen Xuanrun, who was trying to cram in a little more crayfish, still ignored Jiang Ziluo.
"The director's finished! Are they going to ask you up to say a few words next?"
Jiang Ziluo excitedly nudged Shen Xuanrun. "Damn, they really did call you!"
Hearing the host's heartfelt invitation, Shen Xuanrun, who had stuffed himself, stayed frozen in his seat.
Jiang Ziluo nudged Shen Xuanrun again. "They're calling you. Why aren't you going up?"
When the people around him still saw no movement from Shen Xuanrun, they turned to look at him in confusion too.
Shen Xuanrun: Don't look at me. If I say I'm too stuffed to move, will you believe me?
Forcing himself to endure the discomfort in his stomach, Shen Xuanrun slowly walked toward the stage.
One step, then another, then one more...
It took Shen Xuanrun a full five minutes to slowly make his way onto the stage.
The host handed him the microphone, and after Shen Xuanrun took it,
"Um, well, actually, today's spicy crayfish was delicious. If they'd added a little more chili, it would've been perfect."
Having stuffed himself, Shen Xuanrun's mind was now completely blank, and he planned to say whatever came to mind.
"The hairy crabs they made today were excellent. You could tell