"Hey brother, I know you hate this stuff, but I think you should respect your own culture. You're wasting food!"
"Just shut up and eat it!"
Hearing his voice again, Chen Chaoyang retorted irritably. Yet the young man didn't get angry; instead, he smiled. He glanced directly at Chen, then suddenly said, "Do you know stinky tofu?"
"What do you want to say?"
"Do you hate it?"
"I'm not sure."
"I've heard from others that stinky tofu smells bad but tastes good. Maybe the thing I'm holding is like stinky tofu, although it doesn't look good, once you try it, you'll love it!"
With that, the young man handed over a skewer of roasted cockroaches, making Chen Chaoyang's face visibly darken.
"Keep this precious thing to yourself."
"Oh well... I've suddenly thought of a saying from China and feel compelled to use it! Something like 'Even a wild boar won't eat fine chaff!' Yes! You're that wild boar!"
