Chen Yuan didn't know what had happened.
When he came to his senses, he had begun eating charcoal.
He took a bite.
His mouth turned black.
His hands turned black.
His teeth turned black.
This baked potato, it was not just black, it was also hard.
Chen Yuan grimaced, nearly breaking his teeth.
Lin Murong still looked at him with anticipation.
"How is it, isn't it delicious?"
Chen Yuan, with a mouth black as pitch, wanted to compliment it but really couldn't.
"Is it not tasty? Brother Chen, have a few more bites." Lin Murong spoke and then made his move.
He directly grabbed the charcoal and forced it into Chen Yuan's wide-open mouth.
While shoving, he said, "Don't be shy, Brother Chen. They are your potatoes, eat more. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease."
Chen Yuan: "Wuuu..." This son of a bitch.
"Brother Chen, I already told you to not be shy, being shy means you look down on me."
Lin Murong continued to stuff, stuffing and stuffing.
