People in the capital city love beauty, not just women, even men have the habit of applying powder to their faces. But such men are in the minority, so when Lin Yuan saw the obvious layer of powder on Bai Jing's face, she almost vomited the meal from the day before.
However, Bai Jing himself was completely unaware that he had disgusted others, as he sat there with his legs crossed, looking amused as he drank tea.
His table was full of dishes, looking like they had not been touched much, but at the moment, the cups and plates were scattered messily.
The four other people seated at the table were vehemently criticizing the food, while dumping the dishes onto the table.
"What is this? Can this even be considered your Dong Tian's signature dish? Four Joys Fortune Bag? Ha, such an unsightly thing can be called a fortune bag? I think you must be blind!"
