Watching Qian Shidie carefully use the fruit knife to slice open the not-so-large pear, everyone felt like they had ten thousand "grass mud horses" stampeding wildly in their heads...
"Damn it, who are you trying to impress? Just a crummy pear, and you're here slicing and dicing?"
"Yeah, what do you think you are, Kong Rong?"
"Right, exactly!"
As Qian Shidie cut with even more caution, everyone openly started cursing in the streets!
Qian Shidie heard these undisguised jibes...
But he didn't care; instead, he became even more meticulous, cutting the pear into over a dozen slices...
Watching Qian Shidie not even willing to throw away the pear core, everyone present was convinced Qian Shidie must have been traumatized by something earlier!
Just as they were about to throw out a few more sarcastic remarks, they suddenly smelled a strong, gentle fragrance wafting over...
After catching the scent, all those who had just been mocking Qian Shidie paused slightly!
