"Four, Five Six…"
"A toast to…" Shen Junxin stuttered again, his hand trembling. The guard was only calmly counting meat, but why did he feel a coldness surrounding him.
"Seven, eight, nine!"
Helian Zheng grabbed a bottle of liquor and jumped onto the windowsill.
Feng Zhiwei grabbed Ning Yi and pulled him back three steps, grabbing his tea for him.
Advisor Liu and Shen Junxin opened their mouths to speak, confused by their retreat.
"Pa!"
The dish of finely cooked Dongpo Pork was down into the table.
A dish sized hole punctured the wood and nine pieces of innocent meat fell on the two hosts' boots.
"Eight pieces." Young Master Gu slowly announced.
"…"
