Basil Jaak laughed, "As long as you have the guts to accept, I'll bet with you; otherwise, please step aside and don't disturb us while we're eating."
First there was a moment of silence, and then someone shouted, "Bet with him," followed by a chorus of instigating voices rising and falling within the crowd.
"Bet with him, bet with him!"
"What's there to be afraid of, I just can't believe his roasted piglet could taste better than what a professional chef makes!"
"Bet with him, he's clearly using reverse psychology."
"Bet, if you don't, you'd be letting the audience down."
He had originally been stirring up trouble from the shadows for fun, but due to what had just been said, he had become the target of everyone's arrows; if he gave up now, he would definitely be despised.
"Tsk, you come to take advantage of me with that little courage, even despising you would be too kind," Linda said dismissively, "Beat it, and stop bothering me and my big brother while we eat."
