Wen Tang remained silent, chewing the last piece of barbecue and feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Gu Muchen gave an awkward smile, "President Pei, since you're already here, there's no need to be so serious."
"Come on, come on." He picked up a few skewers of barbecue, placed them in front of Pei Heyan, and asked him, "Coca-Cola? Pepsi? Or would you like a bottle of fruit-flavored sparkling water like us?"
Pei Heyan looked down at the barbecue in front of him.
The skin was slightly charred, sprinkled with a thin layer of cumin and chili powder, some of which also stuck to the skewers. He turned to look at the owner, who was busy flipping the skewers.
Drenched in sweat, dirty.
"Can you eat this?" he asked Gu Muchen.
His gaze inadvertently caught that the skewers in front of Wen Tang were not sprinkled with chili powder, and his brows twisted together.
