Inside the private dining room of the agritainment restaurant, the air conditioner blew a gentle wave of warmth.
The dark-brown braised beef sauce, mixed with meat and seasonings, splashed straight across Zhang Chi's smiling face, then dripped down his cotton-padded jacket, his trousers, his chair, and onto the floor—a complete mess.
There is nothing quite as fragrant as freshly splashed food; this was braised beef, after all, far more aromatic than oil-splashed noodles. If Xiaoben were here, it would surely transform into a ravenous werewolf.
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