The baseball juvenile was a little perturbed.
"Boss Yuan, why?" The juvenile looked at Yuan Zhou and asked nervously.
"Nothing. Three minutes left." Yuan Zhou looked at the pig knuckle again and said firmly.
"Boss Yuan, I’m quite worried if you don’t tell me." Looking at the delicacy on the table, the juvenile swallowed up his saliva.
"Calm down." Yuan Zhou tried to comfort him calmly.
"Boss Yuan, you scared this little boy." Ling Hong was also very curious, but he didn’t ask directly. Instead, he said that way.
"Alright. You can eat now." Having checked the time and looked at the pig knuckle, Yuan Zhou signaled him.
"Uh? Can I? Is that all?" The juvenile was slightly surprised. Just after waiting for five minutes and doing nothing, he could eat now?
"Please enjoy." Yuan Zhou reached out his hand and said courteously.
"Can I really eat it now?" The baseball juvenile was still a little perturbed.
"Go ahead." Yuan Zhou nodded the head.
