He didn't care if it was raw, and without a word, stuffed it into his mouth.
Crunch, juice bursting.
In all these years, Zhao Yishi hadn't tasted anything like that ever again.
He had only glimpsed it in the first half of that autobiography, and now he hesitated whether to tell Zhao Yishi. First, he feared he'd be held accountable for leaking it early, and second, he worried Zhao Yishi might not be able to handle it.
After a long while.
Zhao Dezhu took a deep breath, and with a serious face, patted Zhao Yishi on the shoulder and earnestly said: "Once Emperor Qiu's autobiography is completely finished, you must go read it. Promise me... okay?"
"Of course, I'll read it."
Zhao Yishi, somewhat puzzled, said: "How could I not read Emperor Qiu's autobiography."
"Alright, let's eat the meat first."
...
At the center of the banquet.
