“Sun Ming, is the person that just entered the kitchen the chef?” the person who had looked down on Yuan Zhou walked close to Sun Ming and said with a low voice.
“He’s not a chef here. He’s my friend that specially came over to celebrate my birthday.” Sun Ming knew this guy was kind-hearted. He was just blunt. Hence, Sun Ming said those words while smiling.
“Well, fine. But why does he only cook the Egg Fried Rice?” the guy whispered.
“It’s what I would like to eat,” Sun Ming directly said.
“Ok. You are the leading role today, whatever you say. Come, everyone, a toast to him.” While speaking, he badgered Sun Ming into drinking alcohol.
“It’s your birthday today, so you must drink until you get drunk,” KFC came up, putting his arm over Sun Ming’s shoulders and said, grinning.
“That’s right. It’s your birthday, so you have to drink a cup first.” More people joined in to persuade Sun Ming.
