Only Offering Services, Not Myself

Wang Zhong was stunned. "No, I only feel a little warm and full from eating. In fact, I feel rather comfortable. Should something be happening to me?"

"…"

If a gourmet liked poisons very much, he would never say that his food was problematic. Even if it was already a well-known thing in the Holy Land, why would he want to smash his own signboard?

"Oh, it's okay. You can carry on eating!" Lan Daier had already sat completely upright as she could not believe what was happening. She pointed to the most central plate on the table directly and demanded, "Try that dish!"

It was a large plate filled with something that looked like beef tendons. To be honest, in this entire bug feast, this was definitely the dish that appeared the most normal and pleasant. Under its red, hot, and spicy surface, those tendon-like things appeared to have incomparable toughness at first glance. It must be really chewy.