"Exactly! Is there a more reasonable place than this?"
Liu Zi's eyes suddenly turned red, and without hesitation, he slashed open with a knife.
The crowd suddenly widened their eyes.
"Really? You actually did it."
Liu Zi said painfully, "Look, just how many bowls of noodles are there?"
"You can't see clearly like that, you need to pull it a bit this way."
Liu Zi was already crying; only now did he start to feel afraid.
He didn't understand why he had just cut it open like that.
But he couldn't quite stop himself, so he moved his hand, wanting this person to see more clearly.
It seemed that only by seeing clearly could he live.
"Stop!"
Liu Zi was startled and saw the female hero who hired him for work.
Ziyu walked over and asked, "What's going on?"
The noodle stall owner, looking panic-stricken, said, "He ate two bowls of noodles, insisting he only ate one."
Liu Zi endured the severe pain, saying, "Really, just one bowl."
