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Instantly, fear crept into the hearts of Broken Brow and the others.
Just how unpalatable must it be to provoke such a reaction from these two?
At that moment, Broken Brow sighed internally, knowing that it was already a rare sight for a rich person like Director Gu to be able to cook.
Many wealthy people have nannies and butlers, and never even open the fridge in their kitchen on regular days.
It was truly uncommon for Director Gu to be able to cook something.
As for the taste, one really couldn't set their expectations too high.
Broken Brow was now slightly regretful—if he had known better, he would have claimed he had eaten before coming.
That way, he wouldn't have to suffer.
But what's done is done, and even if it was unpalatable, they would just have to grit their teeth and eat it.
"Poison Hand, you're being too much. Was there really a need to go to such lengths?" Hawkeye couldn't stand by and watch any longer.