"Hm?" Sean glanced at Abraham.
"Of course. Order as many roasted pig's eyes as you want. It's my treat." Abraham smiled quickly. He looked at the roasted pig's eyes on the plate. The scent had already wafted over, and it was a very enticing smell that made him want to give it a try.
Lola, who was at the side, had already closed her eyes in fear. She was afraid to look at the pig's eyes.
Sean looked away helplessly. The roasted pig's eyes in front of him were something horrifying camouflaged by the enticing smell in an attempt to make one let down their guard, and make one believe in it before falling into its horrifying abyss.
Eyeballs weren't a ball of meat. They were filled with liquid that could not be dried even if the eyeball was grilled. All it would take was a bite to make the smell not so enticing anymore.
"Go on, go on," Vanessa encouraged.
