Kiyono Lin and Jiutiao Meijie glanced at him at the same time.
Dubian Che, sipping on his Coke, acted as if nothing was the matter.
Salt and pepper beef tongue cooked quickly; once one side was done, you could smell the strong aroma of grilled meat, and when both sides were cooked, the fragrance exploded to its peak.
When the aroma filled the restaurant, it was time to eat.
Dubian Che placed three slices on the grill, giving one to each person.
Unlike Dubian Che, who directly stuffed it into his mouth, the two misses unintentionally folded the beef tongue before eating it.
"Mmm, mmm, fragrant, delicious!" Dubian Che picked up the tongs and placed beef ribs on the grill.
A long strip.
"I can't do this; you do it." He passed the tongs to Kiyono Lin, who had just put down her chopsticks.
"Don't act like you know anything," Kiyono Lin took the tongs from him.
Dubian Che drank his Coke with one hand, reveling in the stimulating fizz and sighed with contentment:
