At that moment, a colleague whose squid had burned to a crisp ambled over and casually swiped half a skewer. "Let me try some—Yuck! Wang Jianguo, are you trying to murder me?"
"You've got no appreciation for fine cuisine!" Wang Jianguo chugged a whole glass of ice water, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the last of his hard-earned prize.
Bai Weiwei suddenly pushed her own honey chicken wings toward him, a droplet of condensation sliding off the rim of the glass to land right on the back of his reddened hand.
Chapter 142