"Malta. What nice cuisines are there in this country? I have never heard about that before." Looking carefully at the rotary table, Yuan Zhou contemplated constantly.
Then, he turned his sight to other large countries.
The first one he saw was the USA, the world police, seated in the Pacific Ocean.
"Is it the hamburger and steak for this country?" Yuan Zhou considered earnestly for a while.
"Well, it’s surprisingly the circle of dark cuisines? Please, don’t let me get this country." He looked at the country Britain which had a large territory and sighed with emotion.
If he got this country in the lucky-draw, would he have to cook the dark chocolate grilled eggplant? The kind that didn’t require peeling the skin. It was so dreadful to think of the sticky chocolate and grilled unpeeled eggplant.
"Hiss. Feels terrible." Yuan Zhou shook the head and tried to get rid of the disgusting appearance of the black cuisine.
