"That's more like it," Lao Fan flipped his eyelids, slowly walked over to the table and immediately saw the delicious food on it, saliva instantly began to flow down.
However, before he could suck back his drool, his eyes caught sight of the nauseating dead fly on it, instantly causing turmoil in his stomach, almost throwing up last night's dinner.
"Ah, a fly! How could there possibly be a fly in this beautiful braised pork! So disgusting! Girl, the chefs of Dong Tian are no good; you need to change them!"
Although Lao Fan started off by cursing the braised pork and the chefs of Dong Tian, Lin Yuan did not mind, because everyone now knew that these people had deliberately placed the fly there.
