Zhao Jinlou stared at the mountain-like "golden chicken wings" before him, swallowed hard, and asked instinctively, "M-Master... Grandmaster, is... is this thing... edible?"
Everyone's gaze was locked tightly onto Bai Wujiu, filled with shock, awe, and curiosity.
Except for a certain someone holding the Fat Ginseng, who was desperately swallowing his saliva.
Chapter 221