Mephistopheles looked at the kitchen knife in Gu Yan’s hand with a cold light. His expression changed, and he turned around to run.
Seeing the chaos in the kitchen, Beirut’s mood was very complicated.
Comrades, aren’t we here to negotiate with Gu Yan?
Can you all be a little more promising! ?
After half an hour, Beirut also sat in front of the dining table. In the hidden room, he was considered the more reserved and rational type. Before this, even if many people told him that Gu Yan’s Chinese dishes were especially delicious.., but he had only eaten them once or twice.
However, everyone else was sitting at the dining table. If he didn’t sit down, it would seem very special.
Gu Yan scooped a bowl of rice for Beirut and said, “Later, when you leave, I’ll make some desserts for your wife and your baby to make afternoon tea. You can take them with you when you leave.”
Beirut’s mood was even more complicated.
