"It's all packed up."
In the final minute, the burly men finally got the barbecue stall packed up, and the burly man walked up to Gu Zhiqi, speaking to him in broken Xia Country language.
"You spilled nineteen skewers of my barbecue, pay up," Gu Zhiqi looked at the burly man and said.
Everyone "..."
Gu Zhiqi's demand for compensation for the barbecue skewers rendered everyone present speechless.
Not only were the bystanders speechless, but the burly man was also quite at a loss for words.
After being speechless for a few seconds, the burly man, with a gloomy face, went and bought Gu Zhiqi twenty skewers of barbecue.
Don't ask why it wasn't nineteen, because you get one free with nineteen.
"Here." The burly man handed over the skewers he bought to Gu Zhiqi with a dark face.
Gu Zhiqi took the plate effortlessly, without any pressure at all.
If those present didn't know that the two had just had a fight, they would have thought the burly man was treating Gu Zhiqi to barbecue.
