If I were the judge, even if I went against my conscience, I couldn't have given such a high score.
Primarily because the scoring is based on the body's instinctual level of satisfaction.
If it tastes good, it's good, and if it doesn't, it's not.
No matter how hard you try to justify it, disliking something means you can't give it a high score despite lying to yourself.
Chen Xing took out the pre-marinated meat cubes from the bag next to him and continued to thread them onto the skewers one by one. He warned Taotie in advance again to not swallow the skewers later on.
At first, to prevent accidents, he only bought thirty skewers, intending to reuse them.
Now only twenty remained, and ten had ended up in the belly of a certain glutton.
The intestines of an evolved creature are indeed exceptional—swallowing barbecued meat without spitting out the skewers.
These alloy skewers cost three yuan each!
Thinking of this, Chen Xing kicked Taotie's front leg.
"Ow?"
