FakeNovelChapter 823: Chapter 902: This Meat Isn't Poisoned, Is It? Ying Zheng and Rong Quan awkwardly stood aside; they didn't dare to sit, nor could they leave, so they just stood there awkwardly.
"What are you two doing standing there? Cover and sit down!" Fang Yi's voice suddenly rang out.
The two were stunned for a moment and only then noticed that there were two empty seats beside Fang Yi. They felt a bit choked up because, at a twhen they were so awkward, Fang Yi hadn't forgotten them, allowing them not to feel so awkward anymore.
Originally, standing aside felt like being neglected, but Fang Yi's call gave them a way to step down, proving that Fang Yi regarded them as friends.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNervously, they sat down beside Fang Yi, who then got up to open the barbecue grill.
As for the other table, it was attended to by a waiter.
At this moment, sitting at Fang Yi's table were Liu Duanguang, Wu Boqing, Jian Rong, Song Que, and Zhou Xuewen, along with Gai Taiyu, Fang Muye, and Song He.
No one at the table spoke first; everyone remained calm, with only Fang Yi busying himself.
Once the grill was ready, Fang Yi placed large slices of beef and lamb onto the grill's iron plate, continuously flipping them with skill, not letting any of the food get burnt.
Amid the rising smoke, the elderly Song Que had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and Song He immediately lit it for him.
Song Que took a few puffs, exhaled the smoke, and looked at the busy Fang Yi, saying, "As expected, the successor of the Celestial Son is extraordinary - killing someone within ten steps in the Fang Family. I didn't expect you to have such culinary skills; truly opened my eyes." Once he spoke, it placed Fang Yi in a passive position.
A glint flashed in the eyes of Liu Duanguang and Wu Boqing.
Zhou Xuewen acted as if he hadn't heard anything - the Fang Family was something he looked up to.
Elder Jian, Jian Rong, simply smiled slightly.
Gai Taiyu slowly spoke, smiling, "Old Song, what you said is true. Having culinary skills is indeed better than begging on the street, don't you think?" Song Que said, "But when it comes down to it, that's only slightly better than a beggar." Gai Taiyu laughed, "Old Song, let's not say more, lest someone hears it and feels unhappy." Song Que chuckled, "Alright, I'll stop. I imagine someone here is quite displeased withand might even want to throw the iron plate at my face, haha." The two bantered as if they weren't aware of others around, their sarcasm clearly aimed at someone known to everyone.
However, Fang Yi's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, calm as water, entirely indifferent to their snide and sarcastic remarks.
Zhao Xueying, leading the table, looked a bit melancholic; she glanced at Fang Yi with a complex expression, somewhat worried.
At this moment, Song Hongye brought a plate of fried soybeans to Zhao Xueying and said with a smile, "Sister Ying, these fried soybeans are pretty good, try some. But they're a bit hard, just like a certain someone."
How could Zhao Xueying not understand what Song Hongye m meant? But she didn't say anything either, believing Fang Yi would surely resolve the situation.
Fang Yi used tongs to flip slices of roasted meat, soon releasing a m delightful aroma. He then added various seasonings, making it look even more delicious and tempting. But just then, Song He tactlessly said, "There won't be any poison in this meat, will there?"
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