"What is this!" (in Dragon Language) Sebastian suddenly covered his mouth. He felt that what he had just eaten was not meat but the most corrosive kind of negative magma.
Riesel's face turned red. He now deeply regretted his previous suggestion. Why not eat good cooking instead of choosing to court death?
"Big brother, what are they saying?" Chen Xingchen was completely baffled, unable to understand the incomprehensible language.
Chen Ze shook his head and pointed towards a slate in the kitchen, "I haven't used Arcane Wisdom, so I don't understand either."
"Then how did you communicate with them before?" Chen Xingchen glanced at Chen Ze, suspecting that her older brother simply didn't want to tell her the truth.
Chen Ze glanced at the restaurant where the two Dragons were now sprawled over the table, thumping it.
He was not worried about any problems. He had tried before, whether hammering with a hammer or chopping with a kitchen knife, neither could leave a mark on it.
