"What poison? It doesn't exist! You guys just don't want me to hog this pot of soup, hmph!" Brother Flathead took a big gulp of soup, showing a disdainful smile to the crowd, and continued drinking, worried that others might try to take it from him.
The crowd was speechless, mouths agape.
Li Jiaojiao's freshly brewed non-toxic broth was still sitting on the stove, untouched, while Brother Flathead was gulping down the pot of poisonous soup.
But...
Ignoring reminders from the crowd, Brother Flathead drank mouthful after mouthful, wanting more with each gulp, finishing the whole pot of soup in less than ten seconds.
"Hahaha, it's truly sweet, tastes great."
Brother Flathead laughed loudly, then heavily smashed the black pot on the ground, "Someone, bring me more of this soup, ten pots, no, a hundred pots!"
The crowd was dumbfounded at his words.
Oh dear!
