After taking several large gulps of the recovery potion, Pibang's complexion returned to normal, and everyone's eyes were on him, hoping to get some intelligence from his mouth.
Pibang, trembling, picked up the fork beside him again.
"Brother Pibang, how's the situation?"
The golden glasses man's mood was very uneasy. They no longer needed Alice and the wolf steward to remind them of the game's content. They needed to finish all the food on the plate; this was the second round of the game.
Everyone watched Pibang, who held a recovery potion in one hand and speared a steak with the other. His posture was clearly one bite of steak, one gulp of recovery potion.
"It's so damn delicious!"
Pibang said firmly.
"Huh?"
"Cough cough cough..."
"Brother, give some useful information."
"Please drop dead immediately."
Receiving this series of 'blessings,' Pibang's expression remained unchanged.
"Just try it, you'll see... it's very 'tasty'."
