Geng Sijian was feeling uneasy, damn it! How is this possible? He had specifically instructed them about the hygiene issues. Even though they used subpar ingredients and often overcharged, their hygiene had always been passable, and they had never received complaints about it.
Geng Sijian steeled himself, since he had already eaten some, he might as well eat one more. Good things come in pairs, so he stretched out his hand, grabbed another, and stuffed it into his mouth: "It's burnt!"
Yang Zhen Gang, standing nearby, felt nauseous just watching. He also took out his chopsticks and poked at his own food. Since he was having the same dish as Xu Chunliang, he wasn't surprised to find a dead fly inside when he poked around.
Yang Zhen Gang also got angry: "Geng Sijian, you're too greedy, there are flies in the food!"
Now no one dared to eat, and all the staff gathered around with their trays, infuriating Geng Sijian.
